The Winter WreathNathaniel Parker Willis Leavitt and Allen, 1853 - 224ÆäÀÌÁö Verse and prose contributions, mainly by American authors. |
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... Robert Smith was astonished at her pre- sumption . " Miss Miss , I forget your name " Mrs. Robert - Smith often contrived to forget a name which was the THE DAILY GOVERNESS . 125.
... Robert Smith was astonished at her pre- sumption . " Miss Miss , I forget your name " Mrs. Robert - Smith often contrived to forget a name which was the THE DAILY GOVERNESS . 125.
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... Robert Smith , when the gov erness had taken off her bonnet and shawl on the morning we make her acquaintance , " are you up in those new quadrilles yet ? " ¡° I am very sorry , ma'am , but I have been so much engaged- I only took them ...
... Robert Smith , when the gov erness had taken off her bonnet and shawl on the morning we make her acquaintance , " are you up in those new quadrilles yet ? " ¡° I am very sorry , ma'am , but I have been so much engaged- I only took them ...
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... Robert Smith . " I will excuse you this time , Miss Hinchliff , ' said the lady , conciliated by Lucy's answer , " but I shall certainly expect the quadrilles to - morrow . I think you said when we first engaged you , that you taught ...
... Robert Smith . " I will excuse you this time , Miss Hinchliff , ' said the lady , conciliated by Lucy's answer , " but I shall certainly expect the quadrilles to - morrow . I think you said when we first engaged you , that you taught ...
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... Robert Smith dis- missed her cook , who blundered at a pate de foie gras , and hired another at greatly enlarged wages . The widow Hinchliff was not only in failing health , but she was nearer death than Lucy had any idea of . When the ...
... Robert Smith dis- missed her cook , who blundered at a pate de foie gras , and hired another at greatly enlarged wages . The widow Hinchliff was not only in failing health , but she was nearer death than Lucy had any idea of . When the ...
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... Robert Smith say what she pleased . She sat through the longest night she had ever known - for the heart measures the hours , not the clock - a watcher by her mother's bed . When the glad sunlight came gushing in at the casement , and ...
... Robert Smith say what she pleased . She sat through the longest night she had ever known - for the heart measures the hours , not the clock - a watcher by her mother's bed . When the glad sunlight came gushing in at the casement , and ...
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40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide: The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests: The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and winged St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. Wait here, my child, with patience kneel in prayer The while : Ah ! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - That pavement, damp and cold, no smiling courtiers tread ; one silent woman stands, lifting with meagre hands, a dying head. No mingling voices sound — an infant wail alone; a sob suppressed — again that short deep gasp, and then the parting groan ! Oh ! change — oh, wondrous change ! burst are the prison bars ! This moment there, so low, so agonized ; — and now, beyond the stars ! Oh ! change — stupendous change ! There lies the soulless clod : — the sun eternal breaks — the new immortal...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.