Doveton; or, The man of many impulses, by the author of 'Jerningham'. |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 82
Seite 6
... hope , and well content would he have been to have drawn his cloak over his face , and to have laid himself down to die . But I am writing in a melancholy strain , and as I would not that this sombre tinting should disfigure more than a ...
... hope , and well content would he have been to have drawn his cloak over his face , and to have laid himself down to die . But I am writing in a melancholy strain , and as I would not that this sombre tinting should disfigure more than a ...
Seite 12
... hope that now at least he was about to stand up for his right . But there was nothing in the world which he more hated than an argument , especially when there was any chance of its ending in con- tumely , as most arguments do : and ...
... hope that now at least he was about to stand up for his right . But there was nothing in the world which he more hated than an argument , especially when there was any chance of its ending in con- tumely , as most arguments do : and ...
Seite 20
... hope nor health did he enjoy . The memory of his misfortunes was fresh upon him , and keenly were those misfortunes felt . He endeavoured to forget them , but he could not . He tried to shut out all those thoughts which might tend , by ...
... hope nor health did he enjoy . The memory of his misfortunes was fresh upon him , and keenly were those misfortunes felt . He endeavoured to forget them , but he could not . He tried to shut out all those thoughts which might tend , by ...
Seite 41
... . He lived but in the present moment ; the past , the future , were nothing to him . Hope and its twin- brother fear and memory disturbed him not ; he enjoyed life ; he found blessings everywhere ; he hated DOVETON . 41.
... . He lived but in the present moment ; the past , the future , were nothing to him . Hope and its twin- brother fear and memory disturbed him not ; he enjoyed life ; he found blessings everywhere ; he hated DOVETON . 41.
Seite 60
... " Never mind , Arthur - I am well now , " - and endeavouring to change the subject , I asked him some question about Walter . " I hope , " said Arthur- “ that he will bring his sword , and his pistols , and his cocked hat 60 DOVETON .
... " Never mind , Arthur - I am well now , " - and endeavouring to change the subject , I asked him some question about Walter . " I hope , " said Arthur- “ that he will bring his sword , and his pistols , and his cocked hat 60 DOVETON .
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Doveton: Or, the Man of Many Impulses, by the Author of 'jerningham' John William Kaye Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
Doveton; Or, the Man of Many Impulses, by the Author Of 'Jerningham'. John William Kaye Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2013 |
Doveton: Or, the Man of Many Impulses, by the Author of 'Jerningham ... John William Kaye Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2014 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anstruther Anstruther's answer Arthur Arundel asked beautiful beheld better bless brother Charlton Abbey child cottage cousin Emily creature cried dear dear boy dear Ella delight desire Doveton Ella Moore Emmy endeavoured exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt Gerard girl Grass-hill Guido hand happy head heard heart hope horse Jeremy Taylor John Marston kind Kirby knew lady Larry Larry Moore laugh Lawrence Moore little Guido live looked Mary Merry-vale Michael Michael and Ella Michael Moore mind mother nature never OLD BAILEY once Owen Feltham Paracelsus Paul Phillips perhaps poor present remember replied returned sate scarcely Sierra Leone Sir Reginald Euston sister smile Smith soul speak spoke strange suffer sure talk tears tell thing thought tion told took truth turned uncle Pemberton uttered voice walked whilst Widow Moore words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 54 - Composed upon Westminster Bridge September 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Seite 26 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Seite 77 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 287 - Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them!
Seite 214 - Where art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead ? Oh find me, prosperous or undone ! Or, if the grave be now thy bed, Why am I ignorant of the same That I may rest; and neither blame Nor sorrow may attend thy name ? Seven years, alas!
Seite 60 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Seite 237 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
Seite 18 - Remember the old man, and what he was Years after he had heard this heavy news. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength.
Seite 98 - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness ; that he who feels contempt For any living thing hath faculties Which he has never used, that thought with him Is in its infancy.
Seite 161 - She met me. Stranger, upon life's rough way, And lured me towards sweet Death ; as Night by Day, Winter by Spring, or Sorrow by swift Hope, Led into light, life, peace.