Vassall Morton: A NovelPhillips, Sampson, 1856 - 414 Seiten |
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... never came back ; she died in Paris . " " He is Mr. Morton's only child - is he not ? " " Yes ; his first wife had no children ; and after he had buried her , — which , by the way , I believe was the happiest hour of his life , — he ...
... never came back ; she died in Paris . " " He is Mr. Morton's only child - is he not ? " " Yes ; his first wife had no children ; and after he had buried her , — which , by the way , I believe was the happiest hour of his life , — he ...
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... never alludes to it . In fact , there are very few who know his skill in that way . " " It is all the better for his health to have some amusement of the kind . " " Yes , it would be a pity if his health should suffer . " " I have often ...
... never alludes to it . In fact , there are very few who know his skill in that way . " " It is all the better for his health to have some amusement of the kind . " " Yes , it would be a pity if his health should suffer . " " I have often ...
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... never mixed with the world , conventionally so called , and knew as much of ladies as of mermaids . But having an ardent tempera- ment and a Quixotic imagination ; being addicted , moreover , to Froissart and kindred writers ; and ...
... never mixed with the world , conventionally so called , and knew as much of ladies as of mermaids . But having an ardent tempera- ment and a Quixotic imagination ; being addicted , moreover , to Froissart and kindred writers ; and ...
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... never forgot that he was descended from a line of warlike nobles . " No , no , " said Rosny , as Morton pushed a glass towards him , " drinking is against my rule- Well , as it's about the last time , " filling the glass , " here's to ...
... never forgot that he was descended from a line of warlike nobles . " No , no , " said Rosny , as Morton pushed a glass towards him , " drinking is against my rule- Well , as it's about the last time , " filling the glass , " here's to ...
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... , - I grow dizzy to think of it . They cannot rest themselves , and will not let any one else rest . Always pursuing , always doing , never enjoying . A - true American cannot enjoy . He would build a steam 28 VASSALL MORTON .
... , - I grow dizzy to think of it . They cannot rest themselves , and will not let any one else rest . Always pursuing , always doing , never enjoying . A - true American cannot enjoy . He would build a steam 28 VASSALL MORTON .
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Seite 135 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Seite 349 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Seite 317 - We twain have met like ships upon the sea, Who hold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet ; • One little hour ! and then, away they speed On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam, To meet no more.
Seite 367 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Seite 62 - But when he came, though pale and wan, He looked so great and high, So noble was his manly front, So calm his steadfast eye ; — The rabble rout forbore to shout, And each man held his breath, For well they knew the hero's soul Was face to face with death.
Seite 22 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Seite 60 - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts shall evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all.
Seite 393 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 62 - God ! that ghastly gibbet ! how dismal 'tis to see The great, tall, spectral skeleton, the ladder and the tree ! Hark ! hark ! it is the clash of arms, the bells begin to toll — He is coming ! he is coming ! God's mercy on his soul...
Seite 61 - I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before ; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, And love thee evermore.