Dauntless, by the author of 'Hands not hearts'.1858 |
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... silent . Eve would have grieved had she known that the trace of her tears was quite perceptible ; but no one - not even Sir Mark - liked her the less for that sign of emotion . They saw Jane , but only for a very short time . daunt ...
... silent . Eve would have grieved had she known that the trace of her tears was quite perceptible ; but no one - not even Sir Mark - liked her the less for that sign of emotion . They saw Jane , but only for a very short time . daunt ...
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... silence . ' I am dressed in your habit , and there lies my gown , which was your gift , and at home our garden is full of your flowers , our shelves with- ' But her mouth was stopped by the quick pressure of Jane's hand , and her face ...
... silence . ' I am dressed in your habit , and there lies my gown , which was your gift , and at home our garden is full of your flowers , our shelves with- ' But her mouth was stopped by the quick pressure of Jane's hand , and her face ...
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... silence , it was not about the subject uppermost in her mind . ' And so you have taken up this new trade with ? You will laugh , my dear , at my giving advice to you on commercial affairs , but I don't like it . ' ' Why not ? ' ' Oh ...
... silence , it was not about the subject uppermost in her mind . ' And so you have taken up this new trade with ? You will laugh , my dear , at my giving advice to you on commercial affairs , but I don't like it . ' ' Why not ? ' ' Oh ...
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... silence . ' Is not that fair ? ' Mrs. Philipson asked , motioning with her hand towards the beautiful valley from which the last mist had rolled , leaving it clear and golden , with the peculiar rich sad light of a fine autumn day . But ...
... silence . ' Is not that fair ? ' Mrs. Philipson asked , motioning with her hand towards the beautiful valley from which the last mist had rolled , leaving it clear and golden , with the peculiar rich sad light of a fine autumn day . But ...
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... silent . It was on the morrow that she was at length summoned to meet Jane . She had not time to look or speak before she was in her arms , and heard her murmur of thanksgiving and prayer . And then she collected all her reso- lution ...
... silent . It was on the morrow that she was at length summoned to meet Jane . She had not time to look or speak before she was in her arms , and heard her murmur of thanksgiving and prayer . And then she collected all her reso- lution ...
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Page 66 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 14 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Page 21 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth. Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth. Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her.
Page 116 - Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, That bloody man? — Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care. O, might I never ope these eyes again, Never again lift up this drooping head, O, never more lift up this dying heart!
Page 167 - For my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me, It is buried in the sea ; And only the sorrow of others Throws its shadow over me.
Page 77 - Retirement then might hourly look Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook Contented and serene ; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening ; Or mountain rivers, where they creep Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening.
Page 1 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Page 257 - And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails ; But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar ? No, Henry, no : one sacred oath has tied Our loves ; one destiny our life shall guide ; Nor wild nor deep our common way divide.
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