The Heiress: A Novel, Band 1Harper & Brothers, 1834 |
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... Italy . Tell me , are they really so much more beautiful than ours ? I fancy I should think they wanted variety . " He thought of wandering over Italy with Helen by his side , and forgot all his displeasure at her rebukes . " You must ...
... Italy . Tell me , are they really so much more beautiful than ours ? I fancy I should think they wanted variety . " He thought of wandering over Italy with Helen by his side , and forgot all his displeasure at her rebukes . " You must ...
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... Italian skies , and you have only told me of myself . Now look at those beautiful clouds just tinged with the glow of sun- set , and wonder how we could think of aught beside . Are they not soft and lovely as the memories of those we ...
... Italian skies , and you have only told me of myself . Now look at those beautiful clouds just tinged with the glow of sun- set , and wonder how we could think of aught beside . Are they not soft and lovely as the memories of those we ...
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... Italy you cheated me out of the other evening . " He took a seat beside her ; and there , in the deep twilight , with the pale lightning ever and anon gleaming upon them , and revealing to each the almost dazzling animation of the one ...
... Italy you cheated me out of the other evening . " He took a seat beside her ; and there , in the deep twilight , with the pale lightning ever and anon gleaming upon them , and revealing to each the almost dazzling animation of the one ...
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... Italy pic- tured in their contrasts ; and still was Helen's attention earnest and undivided . " Tourment , mon cher , l'apportez , " said lady Catherine , de- spatching her favourite after a ball of lambswool which had rolled , not ...
... Italy pic- tured in their contrasts ; and still was Helen's attention earnest and undivided . " Tourment , mon cher , l'apportez , " said lady Catherine , de- spatching her favourite after a ball of lambswool which had rolled , not ...
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... Italy , and , in the sympa- thy of their tastes on such subjects , she forgot his violence , and the coldness of their parting . As she passed through her own lodge - gate , Neale advanced to the carriage , and humbly begging her pardon ...
... Italy , and , in the sympa- thy of their tastes on such subjects , she forgot his violence , and the coldness of their parting . As she passed through her own lodge - gate , Neale advanced to the carriage , and humbly begging her pardon ...
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admiration allow Annie Grey answer apology archly asked Auld Robin Gray beautiful blush Bran bright brother calm carriage cheek colour conduct cousin dare dear dinner Doctor Jones doubt drawing-room Earl eau de Cologne Elliott Euston eyes fancy father favourite fear feeling felt flattering folly gaze gentle gentleman give half hand Hargrave hear heard heart heiress hint honour hope horse humour Hurlestone impertinence inclined Lady Catherine Alford laugh look Lord Alford Lord Marston lordship Marston Hall Maur meet mind Miss Carleton Miss Jones Miss St morning mother never Newmarket noble pardon passed passion Percy Dormer pity play pleasure polite present promise replied Helen ride ridicule Robert Roos scarcely seemed sighed silence sister smile sorrow speak spoke stood stranger sublime sure surprise sweet talk tears tell thanks thing thought tion tone turned whilst wish woman words young lady
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Seite 5 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Seite 3 - 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.
Seite 62 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet.; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food. For transient sorrows, simple wiles. Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Seite 62 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues •*> With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, — till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Seite 62 - A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Seite 2 - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier; but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
Seite 2 - My task is done, my song hath ceased, my theme Has died into an echo; it is fit The spell should break of this protracted dream. The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier...
Seite 100 - BE you to others kind and true, As you'd have others be to you; And neither do nor say to men Whate'er you would not take again.
Seite 102 - To Woman, whose best books are human hearts, Wise heaven a genius less profound imparts. His awful, her's is lovely ; his should tell How thunderbolts, and her's how roses fell. Her rapid mind decides while his debates, She feels a truth that he but calculates. — He provident, averts approaching ill, She snatches present good with ready skill : That active perseverance his, which gains, And her's that passive patience which sustains.
Seite 115 - Nor peace, nor ease, the heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too.