Emilia Wyndham, Band 2H. Colburn, 1846 |
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... wish to Heaven you were , ma'am , " said he , abruptly , " and you would never set about scarping this pretty , green bank , for the sake of making a walk over a small grassy hill deserve the name of terrace ; which , it must be ...
... wish to Heaven you were , ma'am , " said he , abruptly , " and you would never set about scarping this pretty , green bank , for the sake of making a walk over a small grassy hill deserve the name of terrace ; which , it must be ...
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... wish for some , I think , yesterday ? —but it's no matter . Luckily , " addressing his friend , " I am no epicure ; it being no longer the fashion , as in my father's days , for ladies to superintend the preparations for their hus ...
... wish for some , I think , yesterday ? —but it's no matter . Luckily , " addressing his friend , " I am no epicure ; it being no longer the fashion , as in my father's days , for ladies to superintend the preparations for their hus ...
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... wish to make you ac- quainted . It is very disagreeable to me to be employed in delineating unamiable and im- perfect characters ; it is painful to live the time over again with them - it is painful to observe how the faults and ...
... wish to make you ac- quainted . It is very disagreeable to me to be employed in delineating unamiable and im- perfect characters ; it is painful to live the time over again with them - it is painful to observe how the faults and ...
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... wish she might be per- suaded to taste it . ' " I will go with with you ; I dare say I can per- suade her . It makes me wretched to see you all going on in this perverse way . " He accompanied his daughter up stairs . " My dear Mrs ...
... wish she might be per- suaded to taste it . ' " I will go with with you ; I dare say I can per- suade her . It makes me wretched to see you all going on in this perverse way . " He accompanied his daughter up stairs . " My dear Mrs ...
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... wish you sometimes would remember me , and not go away so you never seem to think of my sufferings . " " Dear sir , if I could do anything to relieve or comfort you— ” " You might as well not always run away so . " " I was only going up ...
... wish you sometimes would remember me , and not go away so you never seem to think of my sufferings . " " Dear sir , if I could do anything to relieve or comfort you— ” " You might as well not always run away so . " " I was only going up ...
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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.