Noontide Leisure: Or, Sketches in Summer, Outlines from Nature and Imagination, and Including a Tale of the Days of Shakspeare, 1±ÇT. Cadell, 1824 |
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... prospects of my father . ¡° I will only add , that nothing has transpired since we left the Hall , with regard to poor Hubert Grey , on whose account , as you well know , I have suffered , and still suffer , NOONTIDE LEISURE . 57.
... prospects of my father . ¡° I will only add , that nothing has transpired since we left the Hall , with regard to poor Hubert Grey , on whose account , as you well know , I have suffered , and still suffer , NOONTIDE LEISURE . 57.
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... Hubert convulsively and un- consciously escaped her lips , and she sank pow- erless and fainting to the ground . The confusion and alarm which this incident occasioned were such , that though the excla- mation of Helen had reached the ...
... Hubert convulsively and un- consciously escaped her lips , and she sank pow- erless and fainting to the ground . The confusion and alarm which this incident occasioned were such , that though the excla- mation of Helen had reached the ...
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... Hubert ; and she , therefore , secretly implored the latter , whilst she yet lay in his arms , if he had any value for her happiness or peace of mind , or the well - being of her pa- rent , to fly from New - Place , and even from ...
... Hubert ; and she , therefore , secretly implored the latter , whilst she yet lay in his arms , if he had any value for her happiness or peace of mind , or the well - being of her pa- rent , to fly from New - Place , and even from ...
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... Hubert Gray . " Ah ! Mistress Helen , " cried the old man , whilst the tears coursed each other down his cheeks , " I now begin quite to despair ; it is nearly three months since we have seen him here , and 48 NOONTIDE LEISURE .
... Hubert Gray . " Ah ! Mistress Helen , " cried the old man , whilst the tears coursed each other down his cheeks , " I now begin quite to despair ; it is nearly three months since we have seen him here , and 48 NOONTIDE LEISURE .
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... whom they were speaking . " Yes , " he replied , " nothing but his book and his harp were once the delight of Hubert Gray ; but he is now strangely altered , Sir , VOL . II . E and I can never enter that room , where I NOONTIDE LEISURE .
... whom they were speaking . " Yes , " he replied , " nothing but his book and his harp were once the delight of Hubert Gray ; but he is now strangely altered , Sir , VOL . II . E and I can never enter that room , where I NOONTIDE LEISURE .
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311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - Many of his elegies appear to have been written in his eighteenth year, by which it appears that he had then read the Roman authors with very nice discernment. I once heard Mr Hampton, the translator of Polybius, remark, what I think is true, that Milton was the first Englishman who, after the revival of letters, wrote Latin verses with classic elegance.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs; and Nature gave a second groan; Sky lour'd, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - O how the audience Were ravish'd ! with what wonder they went thence ! When, some new day, they would not brook a line Of tedious, though well-labour'd, Catiline ; Sejanus too, was irksome : they priz'd more " Honest" lago, or the jealous Moor. And though the Fox and subtil Alchymist, Long intermitted, could not quite be mist, Though these have sham'd all th...