Uncle Horace: A Novel, Հատոր 2E.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1838 |
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... strange way ; there was a sort of omnipresence about him — now here — now gone . At Venice , they believed he was a sort of water - serpent , robbing by night , and play- ing high at houses of questionable fame , with strangers . Others ...
... strange way ; there was a sort of omnipresence about him — now here — now gone . At Venice , they believed he was a sort of water - serpent , robbing by night , and play- ing high at houses of questionable fame , with strangers . Others ...
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... strange ! ” " There is nothing more strange to come , " continued Magdalene ; “ but something far more sad . I told you I was in the little court , tending my brother's flowers , a portico projected over the door leading to the Louse ...
... strange ! ” " There is nothing more strange to come , " continued Magdalene ; “ but something far more sad . I told you I was in the little court , tending my brother's flowers , a portico projected over the door leading to the Louse ...
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... death renewed , and even aggravated , for she was old , and he was so young and full of pro- mise . " - " And yet , " said Mary , " I know not how the agony of a mother's death can be surpassed ; strange as my 22 UNCLE HORACE ,
... death renewed , and even aggravated , for she was old , and he was so young and full of pro- mise . " - " And yet , " said Mary , " I know not how the agony of a mother's death can be surpassed ; strange as my 22 UNCLE HORACE ,
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A Novel Mrs. S. C. Hall. a mother's death can be surpassed ; strange as my mother is at times , were she to die , I think that I should die with her . " 66 Ay now , because you are unprepared for it --- but when time steals on , marking ...
A Novel Mrs. S. C. Hall. a mother's death can be surpassed ; strange as my mother is at times , were she to die , I think that I should die with her . " 66 Ay now , because you are unprepared for it --- but when time steals on , marking ...
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... strange to say , she was a bride and a corpse on the same day . I will repeat you the words : " Hark to the Bells ! the merry , merry Bells ! Strew flowers along the way ; From heathery hills and mossy dells , Call forth the young and ...
... strange to say , she was a bride and a corpse on the same day . I will repeat you the words : " Hark to the Bells ! the merry , merry Bells ! Strew flowers along the way ; From heathery hills and mossy dells , Call forth the young and ...
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Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.