De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Հատոր 1Henry Colburn, 1841 - 4 էջ |
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... happy time ; so that in after years , when the world had a far different bold of me , I thought Scott must have , in some delightful dream , seen me , when he wrote those descriptive lines ; - " And well the lonely infant knew Recesses ...
... happy time ; so that in after years , when the world had a far different bold of me , I thought Scott must have , in some delightful dream , seen me , when he wrote those descriptive lines ; - " And well the lonely infant knew Recesses ...
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... happy without them ( for this seemed the amount of our crime ) broke out into open hostility . There was a lad of the name of Ramshorn , about fifteen years of age , the son of an inn - keeper in the neighborhood , whose father piqu- ed ...
... happy without them ( for this seemed the amount of our crime ) broke out into open hostility . There was a lad of the name of Ramshorn , about fifteen years of age , the son of an inn - keeper in the neighborhood , whose father piqu- ed ...
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... happy ? I fear to answer . That I may not however describe myself a mere hungry peasant , alive only to bodily sense , let me mix a little senti- ment with my enjoyments - for sentimental I had become in no small degree . My garden ...
... happy ? I fear to answer . That I may not however describe myself a mere hungry peasant , alive only to bodily sense , let me mix a little senti- ment with my enjoyments - for sentimental I had become in no small degree . My garden ...
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... happy at home . My fondness for books , and the remem- brance of Foljambe's friendship , did not add to its attrac- tions . I loved my plain father and mother , and I respected ( perhaps sometimes envied ) the strong nerves and brawny ...
... happy at home . My fondness for books , and the remem- brance of Foljambe's friendship , did not add to its attrac- tions . I loved my plain father and mother , and I respected ( perhaps sometimes envied ) the strong nerves and brawny ...
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... happy expectation , on the road to the promised land . On my arrival , I found my friend waiting for me before some great gates , which seemed to belong to a fortified town , rather than a park , and led through an avenue of half a mile ...
... happy expectation , on the road to the promised land . On my arrival , I found my friend waiting for me before some great gates , which seemed to belong to a fortified town , rather than a park , and led through an avenue of half a mile ...
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De Clifford; Or, The Constant Man De Clifford,Robert P. Ward,Author of Tremaine Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1858 |
De Clifford; or, The constant man, by the author of 'Tremaine'. Robert Plumer Ward Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1841 |
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Էջ 240 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Էջ 241 - Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
Էջ 31 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Էջ 48 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Էջ 53 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Էջ 243 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Էջ 179 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly There's naught in this life sweet If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy!
Էջ 181 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Էջ 46 - Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow * You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Էջ 48 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.