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... tell , for I am sure there are a power of books in the inner little dress- ing - room : and thinking that you may love learning as well as that dear depart- ed angel , I have this morning dusted them all myself . " Juliet smiled as she ...
... tell , for I am sure there are a power of books in the inner little dress- ing - room : and thinking that you may love learning as well as that dear depart- ed angel , I have this morning dusted them all myself . " Juliet smiled as she ...
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... tell me all about it . " it " I really forget , Miss July , who put up there ; put I am sure if they had put dreamt of this accident- " " I mean not that , Owen : tell me who was John Ormsby . " " He was my tear teparted laty's own ...
... tell me all about it . " it " I really forget , Miss July , who put up there ; put I am sure if they had put dreamt of this accident- " " I mean not that , Owen : tell me who was John Ormsby . " " He was my tear teparted laty's own ...
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... telling lord Montresor he should return in right time for dinner ( which if heard would not have been credited , for where was philosopher yet tied to hours ? ) , turned an abrupt angle in the wood , and was out of sight in a moment ...
... telling lord Montresor he should return in right time for dinner ( which if heard would not have been credited , for where was philosopher yet tied to hours ? ) , turned an abrupt angle in the wood , and was out of sight in a moment ...
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Innes Hoole. flection ! it might already have been seen , surrounded by tell - tale pencils and colours , which could not fail in betray- ing her intention . But yet how could he ever know that she was the culprit ? -and the first thing ...
Innes Hoole. flection ! it might already have been seen , surrounded by tell - tale pencils and colours , which could not fail in betray- ing her intention . But yet how could he ever know that she was the culprit ? -and the first thing ...
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... tell me ! " Wallingford laughed at the quickness of his friend , as he replied- " Faith ! I hardly know what you are talking about , therefore ' tis vain to apply to me . You really have all the elegance about you of a grand Turk ...
... tell me ! " Wallingford laughed at the quickness of his friend , as he replied- " Faith ! I hardly know what you are talking about , therefore ' tis vain to apply to me . You really have all the elegance about you of a grand Turk ...
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amusement appeared asked attention aunt aunt's Bamfield Beauchamp beautiful believe bosom Bouverie's carriage Cecil colonel Harewood concealed conversation countenance dance daughter dear delight door drawing-room dream dress endeavoured Euripides exclaimed expression eyes fancy father favourite fear feelings glance hand happiness harp heart Hebe Hetty hopes hour Ianthe Ianthe's knew lady Aubrey lady Dawlish lady Montresor laugh leave liet London look lord Darnley lord Mon lord Montre lord Montresor Madona manner Marian Lloyd ment mind Miss Bouverie Miss July Miss Lloyd Montresor Castle morning Morpeth never Ormsby Owen Lloyd passed pavilion perceived pity pleasure pretty quadrille random round replied rose seated seemed sentiments shew side sighed sir Owen smile solitude soon sorrow soul spoke sure surprise sweet talk tell thing thought tion tone took tresor turned uncon voice Wallingford Watkins whilst wish word
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135 ÆäÀÌÁö - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Come, then, the colours and the ground prepare ! Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air ; Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis she ; — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ! Oh, ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die...
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it : that song to-night Will not go from my mind ; I have much to do, But to go hang my head all at one side, And sing it like poor Barbara.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - When the clouds of sorrow \ gather over us, we see nothing beyond them, nor can imagine how they will be dispelled : yet a new day succeeded to the night, and sorrow is never long without a dawn of ease. But they who restrain themselves from receiving comfort do as the savages would have done, had they put out their eyes when it was dark. Our minds, like our bodies...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hence all the toils of dress, and all the joys : For this, hands, lips, and eyes are put to school, And each instructed feature has its rule...
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... render them miserable. Stones are hard, and cakes of ice are cold: and all who feel them, feel them alike.* But the good or the bad events, which fortune brings upon us, are felt according to what qualities we, not they, have. They are...
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - Houghton, 2d edition, 3 vols. 0 18 0 Barozzi, or the Venetian Sorceress, a Romance, by Mrs. Smith, Author of the Caledonian Bandit, ,\e.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes United cast too fierce a light, Which blazes high, but quickly dies, Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight. Love is a calmer, gentler joy, Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace, Her Cupid is a blackguard boy, That runs his link full in your face.