The False Step ...: And The Sisters ...Printed and pub. by J. & J. Harper, 1832 - 982 páginas |
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... hear you say , Why remind me now of what I have so frequently condemned as presumptuous ? Simply to tell you , my dear Matilda , that the heart of your beloved Jeannette is too much like your own . Within it there is a deep well ...
... hear you say , Why remind me now of what I have so frequently condemned as presumptuous ? Simply to tell you , my dear Matilda , that the heart of your beloved Jeannette is too much like your own . Within it there is a deep well ...
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... hear . " But she at the same moment feared and felt that she had heard but too distinctly . Mr. Cooper , on resuming his seat , reverted to his subject at first rather in the way of soliloquy than conversation , - " the same angelic ...
... hear . " But she at the same moment feared and felt that she had heard but too distinctly . Mr. Cooper , on resuming his seat , reverted to his subject at first rather in the way of soliloquy than conversation , - " the same angelic ...
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... hear this recital from my lips ; in my library you will find a sealed packet addressed to yourself . I meant to have bequeathed it to you at my death , but it is better that you should receive it ; it is even needful that you should ...
... hear this recital from my lips ; in my library you will find a sealed packet addressed to yourself . I meant to have bequeathed it to you at my death , but it is better that you should receive it ; it is even needful that you should ...
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And The Sisters ... Miss Jones. CHAPTER VI . -hear every part Of our sad tale - spite of the pain Remembrance gives , when the fixed dart Is stirred thus in the wound again : - Hear every step- MR . LANGHAM'S MS . COMMENCED . " Many ...
And The Sisters ... Miss Jones. CHAPTER VI . -hear every part Of our sad tale - spite of the pain Remembrance gives , when the fixed dart Is stirred thus in the wound again : - Hear every step- MR . LANGHAM'S MS . COMMENCED . " Many ...
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... hear me speak . Quietness had been recom- mended for me ; and she tried , by turns , to sooth and chide me into silence . And oh ! amid all , how she wept ! The engagement between Amelia and myself had rendered me so much a child of her ...
... hear me speak . Quietness had been recom- mended for me ; and she tried , by turns , to sooth and chide me into silence . And oh ! amid all , how she wept ! The engagement between Amelia and myself had rendered me so much a child of her ...
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The False Step, and The Sisters. [Two Novels by Miss - Jones.], Volumen1 Miss Jones Vista completa - 1832 |
Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance admiration affection Amelia appeared beauty believe beloved blessed brother Captain Bathurst CHAPTER cheek Cheltenham child circumstances Colonel Hawkins considered countenance Cres Cressingham Crosbie dear father dear Hamond dear Jeannette deep distress endeavoured exclaimed eyes father favour fear feel felt forgive girl Grant grief happiness hear heard heart Heaven Henry Milman hope hour imagination Jean Jeannette's knew Lady Everard Langham Court letter Lindsay Bathurst Lindsay's lips little hour look Lyndon Madame de Stael manner marriage Matilda melancholy memory mind mingled misery Miss Langham Miss Sherrard mother nature nette never once pain passed paused perhaps reasonable foundation received recollections remember reply scarcely seemed Sidmouth silent Sir William Sherrard sister smile soon sorrow soul speak spirit spoke strove suffered tears tell thing thought thurst tion tone truth Uncon uttered voice weep wish woman words
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Página 116 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...
Página 125 - ALAS ! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Página 38 - I feel the impulse — yet I do not plunge; I see the peril — yet do not recede; And my brain reels— and yet my foot is firm : There is a power upon me which withholds, And makes it my fatality to live...
Página 14 - OFT o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash doth last) Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul Self-questioned in her sleep ; and some have said We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore.
Página 61 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Página 100 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 37 - Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, And warmeth them in the dust, And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may break them.
Página 29 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not...
Página 56 - O aching time! O moments big as years! All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth, And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe. Saturn, sleep on: — O thoughtless, why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? Saturn, sleep on! while at thy feet I weep.
Página 66 - Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment — born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER.