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Page 171
... followed Mr. Temple's declaration and so coldly fallen upon his trembling hopes , was , to Eugene Trevor , the silence which now hung upon her tongue . That blushing face , those tearful eyes , those smiling lips , spoke all that he ...
... followed Mr. Temple's declaration and so coldly fallen upon his trembling hopes , was , to Eugene Trevor , the silence which now hung upon her tongue . That blushing face , those tearful eyes , those smiling lips , spoke all that he ...
Page 188
... the door , which instantaneously followed Mrs. de Burgh's knock , he hastily closed one of the receptacles over which he had seemed to be bending assiduously , and turning round his head and beholding his visitors , 188 MARY SEAHAM .
... the door , which instantaneously followed Mrs. de Burgh's knock , he hastily closed one of the receptacles over which he had seemed to be bending assiduously , and turning round his head and beholding his visitors , 188 MARY SEAHAM .
Page 194
... followed with his cousin . " What in the world induced you to put us in this dungeon of a room ? " he enquired , turning to the butler , who with one other servant composed their attendance , as they entered the vast dining room , the ...
... followed with his cousin . " What in the world induced you to put us in this dungeon of a room ? " he enquired , turning to the butler , who with one other servant composed their attendance , as they entered the vast dining room , the ...
Page 201
... followed this under current of thought , no way militates against our hopes and wishes on that score for it is by the careless , outward sign that the deep utterance of the heart is oftenest disguised . " Olivia , " he continued , as he ...
... followed this under current of thought , no way militates against our hopes and wishes on that score for it is by the careless , outward sign that the deep utterance of the heart is oftenest disguised . " Olivia , " he continued , as he ...
Page 231
... followed her husband into the library , where he had gone to write his letters . Mary , as may be supposed , waited with some degree of nervous anxiety for the close of this interview - more perhaps than might have seemed suitable to ...
... followed her husband into the library , where he had gone to write his letters . Mary , as may be supposed , waited with some degree of nervous anxiety for the close of this interview - more perhaps than might have seemed suitable to ...
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Page 236 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Page 276 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Page 98 - The silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild ; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers.
Page 103 - And Jacob went near unto Isaac his father; and he felt him, and said, The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau.
Page 268 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 236 - Lo ! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Page 65 - But, above all, the victory is most sure For Him, who, seeking faith by virtue, strives To yield entire submission to the law Of Conscience ; Conscience reverenced and obeyed, As God's most intimate Presence in the soul, And his most perfect Image in the world.
Page 67 - Be she meeker, kinder, than fhe turtle-dove or pelican : If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or, her well-deservings known, Make me quite forget mine own? Be she with that goodness blest Which may merit name of Best; If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be?
Page 17 - tis youth's frenzy— but the cure Is bitterer still, as charm by charm unwinds Which robed our idols, and we see too sure Nor Worth nor Beauty dwells from out the mind's Ideal shape of such ; yet still it binds — The fatal spell, and still it draws us on...
Page 170 - For the love of money is the root of all evil, which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. But thou, O man of God, flee these things, and follow after righteousness, Godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.