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... turn of mind , and a prey to dark and malignant passions , which were strongly expressed in his countenance . Deprived of his only son in early youth , the whole hopes of his house were centred in his daughter Adelaide . Amiable and ...
... turn of mind , and a prey to dark and malignant passions , which were strongly expressed in his countenance . Deprived of his only son in early youth , the whole hopes of his house were centred in his daughter Adelaide . Amiable and ...
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... Turning from the prostrate body of his foe , and bending , with a countenance expressive of the greatest anxiety , over the unconscious Adelaide , he carefully raised her in his arms , and , while intently gazing on her beauteous ...
... Turning from the prostrate body of his foe , and bending , with a countenance expressive of the greatest anxiety , over the unconscious Adelaide , he carefully raised her in his arms , and , while intently gazing on her beauteous ...
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... turns excited by the question , " What will be to- morrow ? " With what diversity of feelings shall not frail mortals respectively behold to - morrow's sun ! The soldier , wrapped in his martial cloak , reclining on the hostile plam ...
... turns excited by the question , " What will be to- morrow ? " With what diversity of feelings shall not frail mortals respectively behold to - morrow's sun ! The soldier , wrapped in his martial cloak , reclining on the hostile plam ...
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... turn to ' Spero , ' an article of decidedly great merit . Pray tell me , who is ' Harold ? ' Do I know any thing of ... turning to the next piece in the " Hora " you will also see ) that it is come . But this is G. W.'s ' " To - morrow ...
... turn to ' Spero , ' an article of decidedly great merit . Pray tell me , who is ' Harold ? ' Do I know any thing of ... turning to the next piece in the " Hora " you will also see ) that it is come . But this is G. W.'s ' " To - morrow ...
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... turn authors in good earnest . However , I shall leave you at leisure to digest my abuse ; and , taking my leave of you , beg you to believe me , Dear Editors , Your's truly , C. DASHWOOD . LINES WRITTEN IN A RUINED ABBEY . How sweet ...
... turn authors in good earnest . However , I shall leave you at leisure to digest my abuse ; and , taking my leave of you , beg you to believe me , Dear Editors , Your's truly , C. DASHWOOD . LINES WRITTEN IN A RUINED ABBEY . How sweet ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adelaide adieu admiration Almack's Amyntor arms AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM beauty bewitching blest bliss bosom breast bright brow Carthage Charles Dashwood charm Committee cricket Darlington dear death delight e'en e'er Editors elected ev'ry exclaimed fair fair lady fair sex fame farewell fate fear feel forget fortune friendship gentleman Giaour glorious grief hand happiness hear heard heart heav'n honor hope Hora Sarisburienses Horæ hour Kenyon ladies Latham leave look Lord Lord Ruthven lov'd meeting mind misery mortal Mytton ne'er never o'er Palmer paper pass perusal pleasure pow'r praise pray'r quadrille Reginald regret rose sacred scenes schoolfellows seem'd Seymour sigh smile song soon sorrow soul spot stanzas sweet tear tell thanks thee thine thou art thought tion Twas Utopia vex'd vote Wentworth whilst wish word young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 60 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Seite 61 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Seite 4 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 199 - Had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, He would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Seite 292 - He faded, and so calm and meek So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind...
Seite 124 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Seite 60 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 195 - Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen More beautiful, or excellent, or fair, Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen In darkest day ; and many sounds were sweet, Most ravishing, and pleasant to the ear ; But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, Sweet always, sweetest, heard in loudest storm.
Seite 332 - WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Seite 124 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?