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admiration affection appearance attention beautiful beloved blessing called Caroline carriage cause conceal Contesse continued conversation countenance daughter dear devoted door early emotion entered Evelyn excitement expression eyes face Falkland father fear feelings felt followed gave give Hamilton hand happiness hear heard heart hope hour husband interest Italy kind knew Lady late least leave less letter looked Lord de Tracey Lord Frederick manner Margaret meet mind Miss moment Montgomery morning nature never object observed occasion once opened Ormiston party passed past perhaps person pleasure poor presence received regard regret remained remembered replied rest scarcely scenes seemed seen Sherbourne silence sister smile society soon sorrow speak spoke stood sure Susan sweet tears tenderness thank thought tion trust turned utter voice wish woman young
42 페이지 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
93 페이지 - tis the twanging horn ! o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright, He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks ; News from all nations lumbering at his back.
93 페이지 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent- whether grief or joy.
3 페이지 - Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
93 페이지 - ... expected bag, pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch ! Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some ; To him indifferent whether grief or joy. Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears, that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains, Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him, unconscious of them...
12 페이지 - Life, I repeat, is energy of love Divine or human ; exercised in pain, In strife, and tribulation ; and ordained, If so approved and sanctified, to pass, Through shades and silent rest, to endless joy.
172 페이지 - ... ce jour est rempli par une multitude d'émotions et d'idées! Ah! sans doute, c'est par l'amour que l'éternité peut être comprise ; il confond toutes les notions du temps; il efface les idées de commencement et de fin ; on croit avoir toujours aimé l'objet qu'on aime, tant il est difficile de concevoir qu'on ait pu vivre sans lui.
192 페이지 - Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest! Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas! for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
120 페이지 - AN honest man here lies at rest, As e'er God with his Image blest, The friend of man, the friend of truth ; The friend of age, and guide of youth : Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, Few heads with knowledge so inform'd: If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.
91 페이지 - They have been with me through the dreamy night — The blessed household voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still, unchanged: — though some from earth Are music parted, and the tones of mirth — Wild, silvery tones, that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others, — yet to me they come, Singing of boyhood back — the voices of my home ! II.