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... cried Grace- " then you are a dear , darling creature ! " throwing her arm round his neck ; " and I don't care if I promise to wait for you a little , little longer than the seven years . " The lovers unconsciously wandered on to a ...
... cried Grace- " then you are a dear , darling creature ! " throwing her arm round his neck ; " and I don't care if I promise to wait for you a little , little longer than the seven years . " The lovers unconsciously wandered on to a ...
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... cried , " of all the whims , or fancies , Agnes , that ever entered your noddle , this exceeds them all ! Bumps ! why didn't I see the poor girl's head as bare as Salisbury Plain ? and if there was a bump or a lump on it , I'll consent ...
... cried , " of all the whims , or fancies , Agnes , that ever entered your noddle , this exceeds them all ! Bumps ! why didn't I see the poor girl's head as bare as Salisbury Plain ? and if there was a bump or a lump on it , I'll consent ...
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... cried the lieutenant ; " for you know there's nobody by ; so let it pass this time : but , by the Lord , Ag- nes , you put me in mind of the vane up- on the mainmast top , that is sure of being twirled about by every blast ! here , not ...
... cried the lieutenant ; " for you know there's nobody by ; so let it pass this time : but , by the Lord , Ag- nes , you put me in mind of the vane up- on the mainmast top , that is sure of being twirled about by every blast ! here , not ...
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... cried , " by the reflection of the glory that ever attaches to persecution in a just cause ; and that , as nature did not form you to be a slave , these men , or petty tyrants , have only been instruments in the hands of fate , to turn ...
... cried , " by the reflection of the glory that ever attaches to persecution in a just cause ; and that , as nature did not form you to be a slave , these men , or petty tyrants , have only been instruments in the hands of fate , to turn ...
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Regina Maria Roche. " What , turn poet , my dear aunt ! " cried Eugene , as he doffed the offending covering of his head ; " ah , that might be all very fine , if I had nothing to do but to write sonnets upon a lady's eyebrow , ' as if ...
Regina Maria Roche. " What , turn poet , my dear aunt ! " cried Eugene , as he doffed the offending covering of his head ; " ah , that might be all very fine , if I had nothing to do but to write sonnets upon a lady's eyebrow , ' as if ...
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accordingly agitation Agnes Flora Judith alarmed appear ascer aunt Barney beautiful believe Brady castle circumstance conceived consequence cranium cried daugh dear Delamere delight delightful band disappointment door doubt Doulagh's DUNAMORE endeavour Eugene exclaimed eyes Falkiner father fear feelings felt Gall and Spurzheim girl give Grace Hamilton hand hanging groves happiness hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour idea imagine immediately impatience instant Ireland Kate kind knew lady length letter lieutenant light longer look Lover's Leap manner marriage Mayfield means ment mind Miss Agnes Flora Mordaunt Myra nature never O'Rooke occasion perhaps permit person phrenology poor present quired received REGINA MARIA ROCHE render replied romantic Rose short sion smile soon sorrow soul sudden suddenly suppose sure surprise tain ther thing thought tion took turned utter vols William wish young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 170 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Seite 258 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 245 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard. And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is giv'n.
Seite 172 - Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main...
Seite 173 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long, The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own. To...
Seite 41 - Sad is my fate ! said the heart-broken stranger ; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Seite 120 - Made vocal for the amusement of the rest ; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out ; And the clear voice symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still ; Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry : the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and unfelt the task proceeds.
Seite 138 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; But, seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Seite 258 - For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind...