Hopes and Fears: Or, Scenes from the Life of a Spinster, Volume 1J. W. Parker, 1860 - 869 pagina's In this sprawling family saga, Honora Charlecote, the titular "spinster," is torn between two men and thus never marries. Instead, she devotes herself to caring for other people's children, with mixed results. |
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answer asked Bertha better brother brought Calthorp Captain Charteris Castle Blanch Charlecote's Charles child Cilla Cilly cousin cried Owen curate dear Dear Phoebe door dress Edna exclaimed eyes face father feel felt Fulmort girl glad Glendalough gone governess hand happy head hear heart Hiltonbury Holt Honor Honora hope Horatia Humfrey J. W. DONALDSON Jack Hastings Juliana knew laughing leave little Owen London look Lucy mamma Maria married Mervyn mind Miss Charlecote Miss Fennimore morning mother Murrell never night nurse Owen Sandbrook Owen's papa person Phœbe Phoebe's poor Prendergast Rashe Ratia Robert Robin round seemed sighed Sir Bevil sister smiling spirit stood sure Sweet Honey talk tears tell Thank there's thing thought told tone trust turned Uncle voice walk wish woman wont words Wrapworth Wulstan's young lady
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Pagina 93 - Ephraim shall say, What have I to do any more with idols ? I have heard him, and observed him : I am like a green fir tree. From me is thy fruit found.
Pagina 87 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Pagina 68 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Pagina 158 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
Pagina 293 - Ah! your saints have cruel hearts! Sternly from his bed he starts, And, with rude repulsive shock, Hurls her from the beetling rock. Glendalough! thy gloomy wave Soon was gentle Kathleen's grave; Soon the Saint (yet, ah! too late) Felt her love, and mourn'd her fate. When he said
Pagina 78 - The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground : yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Pagina 146 - Ere her leaf can cast a shade. Though the rudest hand assail her, Patiently she droops awhile ; But when showers and breezes hail her, Wears again her willing smile. Thus I learn contentment's power From the slighted willow bower, Ready to give thanks and live On the least that Heaven may give.
Pagina 25 - Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control, That o'er thee swell and throng; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. " But he who lets his feelings run In soft, luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. " Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
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Pagina 217 - Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil, Ethiop. Wench, and Blackamoor, Monkey, Ape, and twenty more; Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe,— Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it...