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Pagina 2
... felt that she had obtained an immortal soul . She confessed herself to herself , and trembled , with a strange ... felt a singular change come over his dreaming . Handsome , dashing , chivalrous , he had been long accustomed to woman's ...
... felt that she had obtained an immortal soul . She confessed herself to herself , and trembled , with a strange ... felt a singular change come over his dreaming . Handsome , dashing , chivalrous , he had been long accustomed to woman's ...
Pagina 4
... felt , for the first time , how truly Dr. Fell had spoken when he assured Mr. Mountford that any great anxiety or excitement would be seriously dangerous to his health . He went to bed that night almost prostrated , and though he ...
... felt , for the first time , how truly Dr. Fell had spoken when he assured Mr. Mountford that any great anxiety or excitement would be seriously dangerous to his health . He went to bed that night almost prostrated , and though he ...
Pagina 5
... felt that it was a comfort to have made her uncle acquainted with her secret . Mrs. Grey had somewhat diverted her thoughts from the channel in which they had been running , by an account of the troubles and bless- ings of having two ...
... felt that it was a comfort to have made her uncle acquainted with her secret . Mrs. Grey had somewhat diverted her thoughts from the channel in which they had been running , by an account of the troubles and bless- ings of having two ...
Pagina 7
... felt his position keenly , and it must be confessed that his pride was wounded as well as his heart . Where is the man , however lowly an opinion he may have of his own merits , who does not experience some pang of humiliation on being ...
... felt his position keenly , and it must be confessed that his pride was wounded as well as his heart . Where is the man , however lowly an opinion he may have of his own merits , who does not experience some pang of humiliation on being ...
Pagina 8
... felt that he would like to say good - bye to Anna , that her renewed and personal assurances of sisterly love would be some comfort to him . And who could say that he had been rejected of Anna Lee , if he spent his last day at Denby ...
... felt that he would like to say good - bye to Anna , that her renewed and personal assurances of sisterly love would be some comfort to him . And who could say that he had been rejected of Anna Lee , if he spent his last day at Denby ...
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The Rose, the shamrock and the thistle, a magazine. Vol.1, June ..., Volume 4 Volledige weergave - 1864 |
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Anna answered appearance asked Barnes beautiful believe Bessie brought called Challoner close coming course dear death door entered eyes face father fear feel felt fire Frank girl give Grey hand happy Harry head hear heard heart hope hour interest kind knew lady late leave letter light live look Massey matter mean meet mind morning mother nature never night once passed Paul Percy perhaps persons Peter Foster poor present Richard Rise Romaine round seemed seen side smile soon story strange suppose sure taken talk tell things thought told took town true turned voice whole wife window wish woman young
Populaire passages
Pagina 371 - Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!
Pagina 205 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, • Let me rise and fly away.
Pagina 206 - Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers.
Pagina 363 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest flow'ret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Pagina 181 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Pagina 371 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Pagina 146 - And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow All flaxen was his poll, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha
Pagina 148 - The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow...
Pagina 381 - tis so long, it is not very wide, For two are the most that together can ride ; And e'en...
Pagina 92 - Beg my dead body, which, living, was denied thee ; and either lay it at Sherborne, if the land continue, or in Exeter church, by my father and mother. I can say no more : time and death call me away.