The Heiress: A Novel, 1±ÇHarper & Brothers, 1834 |
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... hours of childhood are , perhaps , the brightest portions of our existence , and in most minds the season of purer thoughts and more generous feelings than our after - lives ex- hibit . Jack may frown , and ... hour , though 6 THE HEIRESS .
... hours of childhood are , perhaps , the brightest portions of our existence , and in most minds the season of purer thoughts and more generous feelings than our after - lives ex- hibit . Jack may frown , and ... hour , though 6 THE HEIRESS .
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A Novel Ellen Pickering. of years ! The storm of an hour , though furious , may be for- gotten , and its trace effaced ; for the storm of years there is no Lethe ! it is the constant dripping that wears the stone ; it is the last feather ...
A Novel Ellen Pickering. of years ! The storm of an hour , though furious , may be for- gotten , and its trace effaced ; for the storm of years there is no Lethe ! it is the constant dripping that wears the stone ; it is the last feather ...
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... hours , and then I hope you will complain of me no more . If you will excuse my playing hostess for the present , and proceed to the house alone , where all is ready for your reception , I will walk through the woods , and join you in ...
... hours , and then I hope you will complain of me no more . If you will excuse my playing hostess for the present , and proceed to the house alone , where all is ready for your reception , I will walk through the woods , and join you in ...
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... hour of midnight reverberated through the ancient hall , as the no- velists would say , so that whether night or day had the honour of his birth , is still a disputed point . Whether this doubtful moment of his birth had really , as ...
... hour of midnight reverberated through the ancient hall , as the no- velists would say , so that whether night or day had the honour of his birth , is still a disputed point . Whether this doubtful moment of his birth had really , as ...
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... hour the moon will be up , and you are scarcely prudent enough to ride in the dark alone ; or rather , rest here to night , and you shall ramble with me to - morrow through my native woods . " " A thousand thanks ! Are you indeed so ...
... hour the moon will be up , and you are scarcely prudent enough to ride in the dark alone ; or rather , rest here to night , and you shall ramble with me to - morrow through my native woods . " " A thousand thanks ! Are you indeed so ...
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admiration allow Annie Grey answer apology archly asked Auld Robin Gray beautiful blush Bran bright brother calm carriage cheek colour conduct cousin dare dear dinner Doctor Jones doubt drawing-room Earl eau de Cologne Elliott Euston eyes fancy father favourite fear feeling felt flattering folly gaze gentle gentleman give half hand Hargrave hear heard heart heiress hint honour hope horse humour Hurlestone impertinence inclined Lady Catherine Alford laugh look Lord Alford Lord Marston lordship Marston Hall Maur meet mind Miss Carleton Miss Jones Miss St morning mother never Newmarket noble pardon passed passion Percy Dormer pity play pleasure polite present promise replied Helen ride ridicule Robert Roos scarcely seemed sighed silence sister smile sorrow speak spoke stood stranger sublime sure surprise sweet talk tears tell thanks thing thought tion tone turned whilst wish woman words young lady
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5 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises 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.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues •*> With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, — till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt 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 an angel light.
2 ÆäÀÌÁö - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier; but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
2 ÆäÀÌÁö - My task is done, my song hath ceased, my theme Has died into an echo; it is fit The spell should break of this protracted dream. The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier...
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - BE you to others kind and true, As you'd have others be to you; And neither do nor say to men Whate'er you would not take again.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - To Woman, whose best books are human hearts, Wise heaven a genius less profound imparts. His awful, her's is lovely ; his should tell How thunderbolts, and her's how roses fell. Her rapid mind decides while his debates, She feels a truth that he but calculates. — He provident, averts approaching ill, She snatches present good with ready skill : That active perseverance his, which gains, And her's that passive patience which sustains.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor peace, nor ease, the heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too.