Margaret Capel. By the author of 'The clandestine marriage'.1846 |
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... smiling , and looked more fresh and softly beautiful from a long and undisturbed night's rest . As soon as Mr. Grey had inquired , with scrupulous care , how she had slept , and whether she had found 16 MARGARET CAPEL . CHAPTER II. ...
... smiling , and looked more fresh and softly beautiful from a long and undisturbed night's rest . As soon as Mr. Grey had inquired , with scrupulous care , how she had slept , and whether she had found 16 MARGARET CAPEL . CHAPTER II. ...
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... Etruscans . And she had read nothing upon Grecian art or poetry . She felt , " she said , " that she knew very little . " Mr. Grey could not forbear a smile as he thought of Mr. Casement's prophecy about his niece . 18 MARGARET CAPEL .
... Etruscans . And she had read nothing upon Grecian art or poetry . She felt , " she said , " that she knew very little . " Mr. Grey could not forbear a smile as he thought of Mr. Casement's prophecy about his niece . 18 MARGARET CAPEL .
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... the day , when the young ladies could tell each other who had looked at them at church , and who they could not help smiling at when they took their daily walk . While the girls were discussing the eyes and 26 MARGARET CAPEL .
... the day , when the young ladies could tell each other who had looked at them at church , and who they could not help smiling at when they took their daily walk . While the girls were discussing the eyes and 26 MARGARET CAPEL .
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... smile , that it would make her look like a little old woman . unfortunate height was one great obstacle to her enjoyment . Her Once when she was out walking with Land , she met the Gages . Captain Gage was pacing leisurely up and down ...
... smile , that it would make her look like a little old woman . unfortunate height was one great obstacle to her enjoyment . Her Once when she was out walking with Land , she met the Gages . Captain Gage was pacing leisurely up and down ...
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... smile and a bow , she said , " I hope it may happen that we shall be better acquainted with each other . " Margaret endeavoured to say a few words expressive of her pleasure in the idea ; and then hurried off to Land with her book and ...
... smile and a bow , she said , " I hope it may happen that we shall be better acquainted with each other . " Margaret endeavoured to say a few words expressive of her pleasure in the idea ; and then hurried off to Land with her book and ...
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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?