Uncle Horace: A Novel, Band 2E.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1838 |
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agony beautiful believe Blaney bless blood bosom brother Brown Lorton called carriage cheek child Count cursed D'Oraine D'Oraine's dare daugh daughter dear Mary door dream drugget England exclaimed eyes fancied fear feelings felt forgive girl hand happy Harry Mortimer hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Horace Brown horses hour imagine inquired interrupted knew Lady Ellen Revis leave letter lips Liverpool London look Lord Norley Madame Magdalene Magdalene's Mary Mary's mind mingled Miss Lorton morning mother Muskito never night Norley's observed once ostler painful pale paused Peter Peter Pike Philip Marsden poor Portsmouth postilions pray proud racter remember repeated replied Rinelli Ryde Sare sighed silence smile sorrow Southampton speak spirit spoke suffer sure talk tears tell thing thought told tone trembling truth Tummas turned Uncle Horace utter voice whispered window wish woman words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 1 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen!
Seite 64 - Mystery hangs on all these desert places ! The Fear which hath no name, hath wrought a spell ! Strength, courage, wrath — have been, and left no traces ! They came, — and fled; — but whither! Who can tell ! We know but that they were, — that once (in days When ocean was a bar 'twixt man and man), Stout spirits wandered o'er these capes and bays, And perished where these river waters ran.
Seite 181 - MEET me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale, Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale.
Seite 26 - Who as she smiles in the silvery light, Spreading her wings on the bosom of night, Alone on the deep, as the moon in the sky, A phantom of beauty, could deem, with a sigh, That so lovely a...
Seite 111 - Honour, my lord, is much too proud to catch At every slender twig of nice distinctions. These, for the unfeeling vulgar, may do well : But those, whose souls are by the nicer rule Of virtuous delicacy nobly swayed, Stand at another bar than that of laws.
Seite 84 - I loved thee passing well! — thou wert a beam Of pleasant beauty on this stormy sea ! With just so much of mirth as might redeem Man from the musings of his misery ; Yet ever pensive,— like a thing from home ! Lovely and lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me, as thou hadst come From thine own element — so very far, Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies...
Seite 34 - THE PAINTER. I know not which is the most fatal gift, Genius or Love, for both alike are ruled By stars of bright aspect and evil influence.
Seite 191 - The storm of horrours that surround its close. This little term of nature's agony Will soon be o'er, and what is past is past : But shall I then,' on the dark lap of earth • Lay me to rest, in still unconsciousness, Like senseless clod that doth no pressure feel From wearing foot of daily...
Seite 30 - The tuilors knew his value— one in particular, when he heard of La Volante's difficulties, offered him five hundred francs a week, if he would only invent, appear, and cut out collars and lappels in his establishment. La Volante felt the insult bitterly, and ordered his valet to pet the porter to kick the fellow out.
Seite 23 - Oh ! if thou hoverest round my walk, While, under every well-known tree, I to thy fancied shadow talk, And every tear is full of thee ; Should then the weary eye of grief, Beside some sympathetic stream, In slumber find a short relief, Oh, visit thou my soothing dream ! ODE ON BOLUS'S HARP.