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... Brenda sing- ing in the garden with your Mordaunt . Now , I would rather listen to their little voices , than the sky - lark which I once heard in Caithness , or the nightingale that I have read of . What will the girls do for want of ...
... Brenda sing- ing in the garden with your Mordaunt . Now , I would rather listen to their little voices , than the sky - lark which I once heard in Caithness , or the nightingale that I have read of . What will the girls do for want of ...
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... Brenda , the daughters of Magnus Troil . The mother had been dead for many years , and they were now two beautiful girls , the eldest only eighteen , which might be a year or two younger than Mordaunt Mertoun , the second about ...
... Brenda , the daughters of Magnus Troil . The mother had been dead for many years , and they were now two beautiful girls , the eldest only eighteen , which might be a year or two younger than Mordaunt Mertoun , the second about ...
45 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Brenda , was of a complexion as differing from her sister , as they differed in character , taste , and expression . Her profuse locks were of that paly brown which receives from the passing sun - beam a tinge of gold THE PIRATE . 45.
... Brenda , was of a complexion as differing from her sister , as they differed in character , taste , and expression . Her profuse locks were of that paly brown which receives from the passing sun - beam a tinge of gold THE PIRATE . 45.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Brenda mixed itself with the every- , day business of life , and seemed inexhaustible in its profusion . The less , buoyant spirit of her sister , appeared to bring to society a con- tented wish to be interested and pleased with what ...
... Brenda mixed itself with the every- , day business of life , and seemed inexhaustible in its profusion . The less , buoyant spirit of her sister , appeared to bring to society a con- tented wish to be interested and pleased with what ...
50 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Brenda when he was mirthful ; and , what was nearly the same thing , preferred Minna before noon , and Brenda after the glass had circulated in the evening . But it was still more extraordinary , that the affections of Mordaunt Mertoun ...
... Brenda when he was mirthful ; and , what was nearly the same thing , preferred Minna before noon , and Brenda after the glass had circulated in the evening . But it was still more extraordinary , that the affections of Mordaunt Mertoun ...
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50 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.
49 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.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tom, as they used to call him — somewhat roughly treated by the glorious John, you remember — Mordaunt, you remember — Methinks I see the new Arion sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail ; At thy well-sharpen'd thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak for fear, the basses roar.