The perils of fashion [by A. Atkins].1852 |
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Pagina 9
... half doze in which the traveller was indulging was interrupted by the appear- ance near him of a young girl of a loveliness of so mournful and touching a character , it seemed to place a stronger spell on the feelings than did the ...
... half doze in which the traveller was indulging was interrupted by the appear- ance near him of a young girl of a loveliness of so mournful and touching a character , it seemed to place a stronger spell on the feelings than did the ...
Pagina 16
... half hostess , half cantonnière , exhibited at the magical effervescence produced by the admix- Probably a rumour of the wonders of this compound , or the scientific appearance of the medicine chest , spread in the village ; for about ...
... half hostess , half cantonnière , exhibited at the magical effervescence produced by the admix- Probably a rumour of the wonders of this compound , or the scientific appearance of the medicine chest , spread in the village ; for about ...
Pagina 39
... half - articulated ejacula- tion : " She's a devilish deal too handsome ever to get a place about Court , " may not be so construed . Ione felt nothing of this coldness . The deportment of the old to the young in all semi - barbarous ...
... half - articulated ejacula- tion : " She's a devilish deal too handsome ever to get a place about Court , " may not be so construed . Ione felt nothing of this coldness . The deportment of the old to the young in all semi - barbarous ...
Pagina 40
... half her attractions , would have had double her success , with those to whom her husband had presented her . There were many reasons for this . First , her beauty was of that classical , high wrought character , that required a certain ...
... half her attractions , would have had double her success , with those to whom her husband had presented her . There were many reasons for this . First , her beauty was of that classical , high wrought character , that required a certain ...
Pagina 78
... half a mile to the nearest inn , instead of finding stable room at the Moat . Even the perplexed D'Arc himself could feel that there was more of that mystical phantom ton , in the entertainments of old Squire Caven- dish of Holme , than ...
... half a mile to the nearest inn , instead of finding stable room at the Moat . Even the perplexed D'Arc himself could feel that there was more of that mystical phantom ton , in the entertainments of old Squire Caven- dish of Holme , than ...
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acquaintance Admiral affection amusement Archdeacon Arches asked Bangor beautiful bosom bright Brighton called calm Calthorpe Calthorpe's Captain Essenden Castlemorton charm cheeks child church Circassian Cossack Countess San Steffano Curate dark daughter Deirham dinner drawing-room Dugald Earl evil excitement eyes fancy feelings friends gave gentle girl Gordon hand happiness heart Heathfield Henniker hope husband idea indulgence Ione Joblyn Joe Sims kind knew Lady Aviston Lady Eloisa Lady Leverton Lady Maldyn learnt Leigh light London look Lord Brandiston Lord Maldyn manner marriage Mary D'Arc Mary felt Mary's ment mind Miss D'Arc Miss Stratton morning mother nature ness never offered once party passed passion Pezzotti pleasure poor pretty quadrille replied scarcely seemed Sir William smile society sorrow spirit spoke stood strange Taganrog Tarleton taste tenderness things thought tion told took truth turned usual uttered Viscountess wife wish woman words young ladies
Populaire passages
Pagina 126 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Pagina 278 - Qu'il soit dans ton repos, qu'il soit dans tes orages, Beau lac, et dans l'aspect de tes riants coteaux, Et dans ces noirs sapins, et dans ces rocs sauvages Qui pendent sur tes eaux ! Qu'il soit dans le zéphyr qui frémit...
Pagina 278 - Qui pendent sur tes eaux! Qu'il soit dans le zéphyr qui frémit et qui passe, Dans les bruits de tes bords par tes bords répétés, Dans l'astre au front d'argent qui blanchit ta surface De ses molles clartés ! Que le vent qui gémit, le roseau qui soupire, Que les parfums légers de ton air embaumé, Que tout ce qu'on entend, l'on voit ou l'on respire, Tout dise :
Pagina 112 - As we need walk, till younger hands ere long Assist us: but if much converse perhaps Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield : For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.
Pagina 51 - Ah ! what avails it to be young and fair, To move with negligence, to dress with care ? What worth have all the charms our pride can boast, If all in envious solitude are lost ? . Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel ; Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle : Beauty, like wit, to judges should be shewn ; Both most are valued where they best are known.
Pagina 71 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Pagina 277 - Que vous nous ravissez? O lac ! rochers muets! grottes! forêt obscure ! Vous que le temps épargne ou qu'il peut rajeunir, Gardez de cette nuit, gardez, belle nature, Au moins le souvenir! Qu'il soit dans ton repos, qu'il soit dans tes orages, Beau lac, et dans l'aspect de tes riants coteaux, Et dans ces noirs sapins, et dans ces rocs sauvages Qui pendent sur tes eaux!
Pagina 114 - In all societies it is advisable to associate, if possible, with the highest : not that the highest are always the best, but because, if disgusted with them, we can at any time descend ; but, if we begin with the lowest, to ascend is impossible.
Pagina 225 - Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest— But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task, While vainly for some pleasant dream Her wandering glances ask...