Ravenscliffe, Volume 1B. Tauchnitz jun., 1851 |
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... uttered by this young Irishman , who detested reasoning , and looked upon duelling as one of the first necessities and most heroic contingencies of life and between whom and himself so violent an antipathy had arisen . " I'd like to ...
... uttered by this young Irishman , who detested reasoning , and looked upon duelling as one of the first necessities and most heroic contingencies of life and between whom and himself so violent an antipathy had arisen . " I'd like to ...
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... uttering a syllable and oh ! the storm that raged within during that brief time ! - he broke silence by asking , " How many miles do you call it over the hills to Ravenscliffe ? I suppose there is some nearer cut than by the horse ...
... uttering a syllable and oh ! the storm that raged within during that brief time ! - he broke silence by asking , " How many miles do you call it over the hills to Ravenscliffe ? I suppose there is some nearer cut than by the horse ...
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... uttered an exclamation of astonishment , but ventured not to utter a word . He stood in too much awe of his young master to be surprised into familiarity . Langford seizes the candle which the man held in his hand , strides across the ...
... uttered an exclamation of astonishment , but ventured not to utter a word . He stood in too much awe of his young master to be surprised into familiarity . Langford seizes the candle which the man held in his hand , strides across the ...
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... uttered a low groan as he said , with a strange mixture of something between audacity and levity , " I am glad to see you consider it thus , Sir ; for your son has been horsewhipped ! " 1 The old man started up with a shrill cry , sank ...
... uttered a low groan as he said , with a strange mixture of something between audacity and levity , " I am glad to see you consider it thus , Sir ; for your son has been horsewhipped ! " 1 The old man started up with a shrill cry , sank ...
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... uttered a low groan . " See ! what I am to expect , " his son went on pas- sionately . " See what I am to expect from others as the reward of such adherence to such principles Your God - fearing , courageous , would - be - lofty prin ...
... uttered a low groan . " See ! what I am to expect , " his son went on pas- sionately . " See what I am to expect from others as the reward of such adherence to such principles Your God - fearing , courageous , would - be - lofty prin ...
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Page 1 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Page 24 - Dreary gleams alxmt the moorland flying over Locksley Hall ; Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro...
Page 169 - ... 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 158 - OPE, FOLDED ROSE! OPE, folded rose! Longs for thy beauty the expectant air; Longs every silken breeze that round thee blows; The watching summer longs to vaunt thee fair; Ope, folded rose!
Page 263 - I take it the carriages will be at the door, and down the lovely bride will come." " But you do not or will not understand me, Everard. Every one seems in a league, I think, wilfully to misunderstand me this morning. I want — I wish — I must — and I will — speak to Eleanor for a few minutes alone, — before she comes down to enter your father's carriage." He spoke earnestly, angrily, passionately. Everard cast a hasty, alarmed, scrutinizing, glance at him. The glance did not escape Randal....
Page 262 - ... whistled around the house or among the trees. The hall clock told the quarter past nine, and then Sir John Wharncliffe accompanied by the other young men, sallied forth from a small breakfast-room where they had been taking chocolate over a blazing fire, and began to look for their hats, great-coats, and gloves, for the carriages were by this time prepared to come round ; there they found Randal. " ' Heyday !' cried Sir John, ' you here, my good fellow. It is dreadfully cold ; there is chocolate...
Page 69 - Gilfillan again smiled scornfully as he made this indirect answer, — " Even thus are the children of this world wiser in their generation than the children of light...
Page 267 - And his servant came up with his hat and gloves, which he took mechanically, and followed passively into the carriage, whilst the winds lifted their loud voices, and whistled, and roared, as if in wild and gloomy mockery ; the huge trees bent and bowed their huge branches to the earth, as if in a bitter irony of congratulation ; the vanes upon the roofs shrieked and cried, and all nature seemed rushing together in wildest uproar, like that which was raging in his own breast. Miss Montague took her...
Page 124 - I do not love him as a woman ought to love the man she marries. Do not, mother! If this marriage were to take place — which, please God, it never, never shall — it would be a miserable one.
Page 262 - ... windows of the hall, and watch the sleet and rain driving against the small panes, or listen to the swell of the winds, which, at intervals, shook the casements as if they would burst them through, and groaned and whistled around the house or among the trees. It was, indeed, a dreadful morning. • The...