Sybil Lennard, by the author of 'The young prima donna'. |
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... fear and trembling , awaited her commands . Her countenance surprised me . I had never seen her look upon me thus - all sternness had vanished ; with much condescension , she informed me that Miss Howard had commissioned her to equip me ...
... fear and trembling , awaited her commands . Her countenance surprised me . I had never seen her look upon me thus - all sternness had vanished ; with much condescension , she informed me that Miss Howard had commissioned her to equip me ...
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... fear ; what , if after all , I should be rejected ? Never had I before coveted , or cared to pos- sess personal attractions - never did I look , till then , so steadfastly , so inquiringly , into the glass ; and alas ! with so little ...
... fear ; what , if after all , I should be rejected ? Never had I before coveted , or cared to pos- sess personal attractions - never did I look , till then , so steadfastly , so inquiringly , into the glass ; and alas ! with so little ...
Page 57
... fear of engendering personal pride , and at fifteen look at her ! The first time she is allowed to wear a fashion- able dress , and has her hair curled , a rush of gratification and vanity will enter her heart , quite unknown to the ...
... fear of engendering personal pride , and at fifteen look at her ! The first time she is allowed to wear a fashion- able dress , and has her hair curled , a rush of gratification and vanity will enter her heart , quite unknown to the ...
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... fear for you , knowing how unfortu- nately keen is your sense of the ridiculous ; but , dear child , you must promise to behave with the propriety which is incumbent on a young lady of your age , and position in life , when Mr. Fitz ...
... fear for you , knowing how unfortu- nately keen is your sense of the ridiculous ; but , dear child , you must promise to behave with the propriety which is incumbent on a young lady of your age , and position in life , when Mr. Fitz ...
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... fear Hardress Fitz Hugh , and from fear sprang up dislike and suspicion . It is odd enough that the young man , until this moment , never knew the actual position of Albert in the family , but he heard him spoken of by Sybil as her ...
... fear Hardress Fitz Hugh , and from fear sprang up dislike and suspicion . It is odd enough that the young man , until this moment , never knew the actual position of Albert in the family , but he heard him spoken of by Sybil as her ...
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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.