The curate and his lodger. The death of the broken-hearted. The forager of Flintshire. Alice DenbyA.K. Newman, 1831 |
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... hand , and hurried away to his bed - chamber . I went out towards the river , to rumi- nate upon this strange adventure.- " God is very good to his creatures , " was my first reflection ; and I thought how useful this God - send from my ...
... hand , and hurried away to his bed - chamber . I went out towards the river , to rumi- nate upon this strange adventure.- " God is very good to his creatures , " was my first reflection ; and I thought how useful this God - send from my ...
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... hand , the rumple of a strong grasp being sufficient- ly visible . I had no reason , beyond curi- osity , to look at these papers - but I did do so ; and the result added fresh fuel to the flame which was scorching me . I disco- vered ...
... hand , the rumple of a strong grasp being sufficient- ly visible . I had no reason , beyond curi- osity , to look at these papers - but I did do so ; and the result added fresh fuel to the flame which was scorching me . I disco- vered ...
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... . There he was , with the newspaper in his hand ; and there were my stiff grand- mother , and her scowling , sour lord , each of whom condescended to give me a slight nod of recognition , while Mr. Cantwell was doubly 34.
... . There he was , with the newspaper in his hand ; and there were my stiff grand- mother , and her scowling , sour lord , each of whom condescended to give me a slight nod of recognition , while Mr. Cantwell was doubly 34.
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... father shall be revenged . My lord , I thank you for all the kindness I have received at your hands ; and I feel grateful also to you , my lady , for your kindness and at- tention . I shall go from hence to my foster 35.
... father shall be revenged . My lord , I thank you for all the kindness I have received at your hands ; and I feel grateful also to you , my lady , for your kindness and at- tention . I shall go from hence to my foster 35.
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... hand in hers . ) I have suckled you , lord Henry -I have reared you , lord Henry - and I have loved you as dearly as one of my own babes . Till now , I never begged boon or favour of you - now I do beg one -do not leave us ; " and the ...
... hand in hers . ) I have suckled you , lord Henry -I have reared you , lord Henry - and I have loved you as dearly as one of my own babes . Till now , I never begged boon or favour of you - now I do beg one -do not leave us ; " and the ...
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Página 238 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Página 114 - Boon Nature scattered, free and wild, Each plant or flower, the mountain's child. Here eglantine embalmed the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower...
Página 195 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Página 243 - And, in short, let it become the political religion of the nation; and let the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the grave and the gay of all sexes and tongues and colors and conditions, sacrifice unceasingly upon its altars.
Página 242 - ... of the night, And leave but a desert behind. Be hush'd, my dark spirit ! for wisdom condemns When the faint and the feeble deplore ; Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore ! Through the perils of chance, and the scowl of disdain, May thy front be unalter'd, thy courage elate ! Yea ! even the name I have worshipp'd in vain Shall awake not the sigh of remembrance again : To bear is to conquer our fate.
Página 219 - And in the visions of romantic youth, What years of endless bliss are yet to flow ? But, mortal pleasure, what art thou in truth ? The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below ! And must I change my song?
Página 236 - Silent, though fond, who cast my life away, Daring to disobey The passionate Spirit that around me clung. Farewell again ! — and yet Must it indeed be so ? — and on this shore Shall you and I no more Together see the sun of...
Página 113 - WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day In summer's twilight weeps itself away, Who hath not felt the softness of the hour Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower? With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes While nature makes that melancholy pause, Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime.
Página 138 - ... stronger and greater than it was before; his answer was, he had good reason for the same ; because the country was wild, and he might be oppressed by his enemies on the suddaine, in that wooddie countrey ; it therefore stood him in a policie to have diverse places of retreat.
Página 46 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.