The Inheritance, Band 2W. Blackwood, 1825 |
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... dear ? ” " Not much ; but I confess I am rather curi- ous to know in what way I am thought to have played my cards so well , as- " " O ! I know where you are now - but if you want to take me in , Mr Edward , that won't do- they say ...
... dear ? ” " Not much ; but I confess I am rather curi- ous to know in what way I am thought to have played my cards so well , as- " " O ! I know where you are now - but if you want to take me in , Mr Edward , that won't do- they say ...
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... dear , when the lady doesn't deny it , I don't think it sets you very well to be so discomposed about it - aye , you may look , but I assure you it's the case , that she as much as confessed it to me last night - now ! " " Confessed ...
... dear , when the lady doesn't deny it , I don't think it sets you very well to be so discomposed about it - aye , you may look , but I assure you it's the case , that she as much as confessed it to me last night - now ! " " Confessed ...
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... dear . " " Miss Pratt , I beg you will listen to me seri- ously , while I assure you , in the most solemn man- ner , that you are under a complete delusion . For myself , I can only be honoured by such a suppo- sition - but it is ...
... dear . " " Miss Pratt , I beg you will listen to me seri- ously , while I assure you , in the most solemn man- ner , that you are under a complete delusion . For myself , I can only be honoured by such a suppo- sition - but it is ...
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... dear friend , whose fate it has been to roam , and other realms to view , ' will , I am sure , make allowance for the apparent neglect and unkindness I have been guilty of , which , be assured , was very far from designed on my part ...
... dear friend , whose fate it has been to roam , and other realms to view , ' will , I am sure , make allowance for the apparent neglect and unkindness I have been guilty of , which , be assured , was very far from designed on my part ...
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... for letter- writing ! " Scribbling , as they contemptuously term it ! -How I pity such vulgar souls ! You , my dear cousin , I am sure , are not one of 8 16 THE INHERITANCE . "With regret, we tore ourselves from the cul- ...
... for letter- writing ! " Scribbling , as they contemptuously term it ! -How I pity such vulgar souls ! You , my dear cousin , I am sure , are not one of 8 16 THE INHERITANCE . "With regret, we tore ourselves from the cul- ...
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Adam's affection agitation ANNE BLACK answer Anthony Whyte asked assure burst Cæsar called canna carriage certainly CHAPTER Colonel Delmour colour Countess cousin cried Gertrude daugh daughter dear dinna dinner door doubt Earl Earl's emotion exclaimed express eyes fear feel felt frae Gertrude's give Guy Mannering hand happiness head hear heard hearse heart honour hope instantly Lady Betty Lady Rossville leave length letter Lewiston look Lord Ross Lord Rossville Lord Rossville's Lordship Lyndsay Lyndsay's Major Waddell mama manner Mary Black maun ment mind Miss Black Miss Lilly Miss Pratt Miss St Clair mother nature never oyster person poor present Ramsay repeated replied scarcely seemed servant sigh silent smile soul speak sure taste tears tell ther there's thing thought tion tone trude turned uncle Adam utter voice walk Weel wish words young
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Seite 117 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Seite 160 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 66 - Jésus-Christ, si on ne trouvait plus de douceur dans le mépris, dans la pauvreté, dans le dénûment et dans le rebut des hommes que dans les délices du péché. Et ainsi, comme dit Tertullien, il ne faut pas croire que la vie des chrétiens soit une vie de tristesse. On ne quitte les plaisirs que pour d'autres plus grands.
Seite 149 - I will not leave you long ; For in your shades I deem some spirit dwells, Who from the chiding stream, or groaning oak, Still hears and answers to Matilda's moan.
Seite 113 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Seite 352 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 285 - Discourse may want an animated — No — To brush the surface and to make it flow ; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
Seite 285 - J'entre en une humeur noire, en un chagrin profond, Quand je vois vivre entre eux les hommes comme ils font; Je ne trouve partout que lâche flatterie, Qu'injustice, intérêt, trahison, fourberie; Je n'y puis plus tenir, j'enrage ; et mon dessein Est de rompre en visière à tout le genre humain PHILINTE.
Seite 14 - French horns burst upon our ears, waking the echoes all round; the delightful harmony was repeated from every recess which echo haunted on the borders of the lake. At first, indeed, the surprise was almost too much for Mrs Major, and she became a little hysterical, but she was soon recovered by the Major's tenderness and assurances of safety. Indeed he is, without exception, the most exemplary and devoted husband I ever beheld; still I confess (but that is entre...
Seite 241 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.