Margaret Capel. By the author of 'The clandestine marriage'.1846 |
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Ellen Wallace. polished formality of the old school . She thought she never had seen so hideous an old man as Mr. Casement , with his snaky grey and sandy hair , his ragged teeth and long projecting upper lip . As he sat , with the lamp ...
Ellen Wallace. polished formality of the old school . She thought she never had seen so hideous an old man as Mr. Casement , with his snaky grey and sandy hair , his ragged teeth and long projecting upper lip . As he sat , with the lamp ...
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... seen you , " he said turning to Margaret . Casement , be quiet ; you shall not teaze my child , " said Mr. Grey , drawing Mar- garet towards him as he marked the angry flush again rise to her brow . Neither of them were prepared for ...
... seen you , " he said turning to Margaret . Casement , be quiet ; you shall not teaze my child , " said Mr. Grey , drawing Mar- garet towards him as he marked the angry flush again rise to her brow . Neither of them were prepared for ...
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... seen running towards the pond followed by the gar- dener's boy at a little distance ; then appeared the fat coachman , and , in the farthest distance , Mr. Grey himself . The footman , quite out of breath , brought his master's ...
... seen running towards the pond followed by the gar- dener's boy at a little distance ; then appeared the fat coachman , and , in the farthest distance , Mr. Grey himself . The footman , quite out of breath , brought his master's ...
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... seen the like but there ? SPENSER . MR . GREY did not go to church on the Sunday after Margaret's arrival . He very seldom ventured during the winter to encounter the cold and damp common to most village churches at that season ; from ...
... seen the like but there ? SPENSER . MR . GREY did not go to church on the Sunday after Margaret's arrival . He very seldom ventured during the winter to encounter the cold and damp common to most village churches at that season ; from ...
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... seen when she came home . He was very careful that she should have plenty of sandwiches , and hot wine and water for luncheon to counteract the cold of the church , and sat listening and smiling to hear her describe Miss Gage's velvet ...
... seen when she came home . He was very careful that she should have plenty of sandwiches , and hot wine and water for luncheon to counteract the cold of the church , and sat listening and smiling to hear her describe Miss Gage's velvet ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
amused Ashdale asked Harriet Aveline Aveline's ball beautiful believe Bessy better Blanche breakfast Campbell Captain Gage carriage Casement chair child Chirke Weston Claude colour dance dear delighted dinner drawing-room dress Elizabeth Elizabeth Gage Everard exclaimed eyes fancy father feel felt Fitz Gage's garet George Gage girl give glad Grey hand Haveloc head hear heard heart hope horse Hubert Gage Humphries James Deacon knew Lady Conway Lady James Lady Raymond laughing leaning leave Lindsay Lord Raymond Lucy mamma Margaret looked married ment mind Miss Capel Miss Conway Miss Fitzpatrick Miss Gage morning never pretty quadrille remark replied ride riet round seemed silent Singleton Sir Philip Skye terrier smile sofa Somerton soon Sorrento sorry sure talking tell thing thought to-morrow told took turned uncle voice walk Warde Wardenscourt window wish woman young lady
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Página 79 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
Página 3 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan: Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Página 90 - Lieben Freunde! Es gab schön're Zeiten, Als die unsern - das ist nicht zu streiten! Und ein edler Volk hat einst gelebt. Könnte die Geschichte davon schweigen, Tausend Steine würden redend zeugen, Die man aus dem Schoß der Erde gräbt. Doch es ist dahin, es ist verschwunden Dieses hochbegünstigte Geschlecht. Wir, wir leben\ Unser sind die Stunden, Und der Lebende hat Recht.
Página 3 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found : Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Página 236 - Un frenesi. ^Que es la vida? Una ilusion. Una sombra, una ficcion y el mayor bien es pequeno, Que toda la vida es sueno, y los suenos, suenos son.
Página 279 - To use him so that used her so well; Or who with blame can justly her upbraid For loving not? for who can love compel? And, sooth to say, it is foolhardy thing...
Página 235 - twixt him and Margaret. Mar. Why, thinks King Henry's son that Margaret's love Hangs in th' uncertain balance of proud time ? That death shall make a discord of our thoughts ? No, stab the earl, and 'fore the morning sun Shall vaunt him thrice over the lofty east, Margaret will meet her Lacy in the heavens.
Página 264 - Her words were like a stream of honey fleeting, The which doth softly trickle from the hive, Able to melt the hearer's heart unweeting, And eke to make the dead again alive. Her deeds were like great clusters of ripe grapes, Which load the...
Página 39 - ... set: Bay leaves between, And primroses green, Embellish the sweet violet. " Tell me, have ye seen her angelic face, Like Phoebe fair? Her heavenly 'haviour, her princely grace, Can you well compare? The red rose medled with the white yfere, In either cheek depeincten lively cheer: Her modest eye, Her majesty, Where have you seen the like but there?