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... thus - all sternness had vanished ; with much condescension , she informed me that Miss Howard had commissioned her to equip me properly , in order to accompany her uncle , Mr. Devereux , into Somersetshire , at the SYBIL LENNARD . 7.
... thus - all sternness had vanished ; with much condescension , she informed me that Miss Howard had commissioned her to equip me properly , in order to accompany her uncle , Mr. Devereux , into Somersetshire , at the SYBIL LENNARD . 7.
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... Devereux were excellent people , and very rich , and that little Sybilla Dever- eux was the most charming child in the world - so pretty and engaging , and that they lived in such a beautiful place ; then , in an audible whisper , I ...
... Devereux were excellent people , and very rich , and that little Sybilla Dever- eux was the most charming child in the world - so pretty and engaging , and that they lived in such a beautiful place ; then , in an audible whisper , I ...
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... Devereux , at that time , was in the prime of life . His countenance at once told the beholder the nature of his mind - there was no mistaking his character . Spurzheim would have gloried in the exemplification of his theory , whilst ...
... Devereux , at that time , was in the prime of life . His countenance at once told the beholder the nature of his mind - there was no mistaking his character . Spurzheim would have gloried in the exemplification of his theory , whilst ...
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... Devereux was the most perfect speci- men of a gentleman ; high breeding , mingled with such a courteous address ; and he was so considerate , so respectful in his bearing to- wards women - in a word , he won , in turn , the deferential ...
... Devereux was the most perfect speci- men of a gentleman ; high breeding , mingled with such a courteous address ; and he was so considerate , so respectful in his bearing to- wards women - in a word , he won , in turn , the deferential ...
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... Devereux , I re- member the idea passing through my mind --- which , if expressed in words , would have been , " I shall not like her , " how differently did I feel , as time rolled on ; every succeeding year strengthening my attachment ...
... Devereux , I re- member the idea passing through my mind --- which , if expressed in words , would have been , " I shall not like her , " how differently did I feel , as time rolled on ; every succeeding year strengthening my attachment ...
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Page 83 - Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people...
Page 69 - ... shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Page 250 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
Page 15 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Page 314 - They have been with me through the dreamy night — The blessed household voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still, unchang'd : — though some from earth Are music parted, and the tones of mirth — Wild, silvery tones, that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others, — yet to me they come, Singing of boyhood back — the voices of my home ! II.
Page 1 - They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Page 65 - Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them ? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul — Ay, till its healthful frame Is chang'd to secret, fest'ring, sore disease, So deadly is the wound.
Page 219 - ... well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Page 81 - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Page 88 - Fair shoulders, curling lip, and dauntless brow — Fit for the world's strife, not for poet's dreaming; .And proud the lifting of thy stately head, And the firm bearing of thy conscious tread.