Emilia Wyndham, Band 2H. Colburn, 1846 |
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... unhappy mother still glared with a sort of fixed expression of rage and despair upon the lifeless countenance . Her cheek was blanched with horror , but not one tear moistened her eyes , till , turning them to one side of the room , she ...
... unhappy mother still glared with a sort of fixed expression of rage and despair upon the lifeless countenance . Her cheek was blanched with horror , but not one tear moistened her eyes , till , turning them to one side of the room , she ...
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... unhappy creature for a few instants from the horrors of reflection . The mother's body was reverently carried up stairs , bedewed by the now ready flowing tears of the pious daughter , mingling with those of the affectionate domestics ...
... unhappy creature for a few instants from the horrors of reflection . The mother's body was reverently carried up stairs , bedewed by the now ready flowing tears of the pious daughter , mingling with those of the affectionate domestics ...
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... unhappy daughter shed . Her eyes seemed now too dry for tears ; it was a deep , earnest , awe- struck contemplation , which , however , seemed to strengthen her heart and to tranquillize her spirits . How small appear the keenest ...
... unhappy daughter shed . Her eyes seemed now too dry for tears ; it was a deep , earnest , awe- struck contemplation , which , however , seemed to strengthen her heart and to tranquillize her spirits . How small appear the keenest ...
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... have seemed very , very ungrate- ful to you in the library .... I am so unhappy that you will , perhaps , excuse me , for so very , very ill expressing what I ought to feel -what I do feel : ... I am very sorry EMILIA WYNDHAM . 213.
... have seemed very , very ungrate- ful to you in the library .... I am so unhappy that you will , perhaps , excuse me , for so very , very ill expressing what I ought to feel -what I do feel : ... I am very sorry EMILIA WYNDHAM . 213.
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... like the unhappy king who rose from the earth he had watered with his tears , and again took hope and com- fort , at five o'clock she went down into the breakfast - parlour , to pay what she thought the 226 EMILIA WYNDHAM .
... like the unhappy king who rose from the earth he had watered with his tears , and again took hope and com- fort , at five o'clock she went down into the breakfast - parlour , to pay what she thought the 226 EMILIA WYNDHAM .
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arms beautiful began believe better Biggs Brussels lace carriage chair chambers Chancery Lane charming child Colonel Lenox colour countenance creature cried Danby Danby's daugh daughter dear dinner door dress Emilia endeavouring eyes face father father's affairs feelings felt hand happy head heart honour hope hour husband idea indulge Kensington Gardens kissed knew Lisa look mamma manner maskerade matter mind miserable Miss Wyndham morning mother MOUNT SOREL muslin never night Oaks once pale passion perhaps pleasure poor portmanteau pretty racter rapture Rile rising fast rose round RUPERT STREET scene seemed silence Simpson Sir Herbert sitting smile soon sort speak spirit stairs stood sure Susan sweet talk tears tell temper tender things thought tion tone truth turned uncle unhappy usual voice walked wife Wilcox wish word young lady
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Seite 285 - Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas! frail Beauty must decay...
Seite 4 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Seite 352 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Seite 350 - ... clothed in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptuously every day, while the laborer is fed with the crumbs which fall from the table of the rich.
Seite 268 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Seite 4 - Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Seite 173 - But patience is more oft the exercise Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, Making them each his own deliverer, And victor over all That tyranny or fortune can inflict.
Seite 2 - ... as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death : The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of...
Seite 226 - Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
Seite 191 - Alas ! how changed from the fair scene, When birds sang out their mellow lay, And winds were soft, and woods were green, And the song ceased not with the day.