The False Step ...: And The Sisters ...Printed and pub. by J. & J. Harper, 1832 - 982 páginas |
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... tell Jeannette , my dear father , who is here ? " The well - timed question broke the thraldom of her secret feelings . " Oh , who , Matilda ? " " Only Hamond ! ” " Only Hamond " echoed the transported girl . " Is he indeed here ? Ah ...
... tell Jeannette , my dear father , who is here ? " The well - timed question broke the thraldom of her secret feelings . " Oh , who , Matilda ? " " Only Hamond ! ” " Only Hamond " echoed the transported girl . " Is he indeed here ? Ah ...
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... 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 - spring of love for the mother she has lost . Mingle one drop of bitterness or shame with its now tranquil ...
... 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 - spring of love for the mother she has lost . Mingle one drop of bitterness or shame with its now tranquil ...
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... tell how , and with what pain- ful tenacity my proud heart long refused to acknowledge that in itself lay the source of all that was evil , all that was dis- tressing to me , -the statement would not be in vain . " But I cannot ; for ...
... tell how , and with what pain- ful tenacity my proud heart long refused to acknowledge that in itself lay the source of all that was evil , all that was dis- tressing to me , -the statement would not be in vain . " But I cannot ; for ...
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... tell , for the benefit of others , what that condi- tion is ! But , as I believe I have before said , it is not pos- sible . Man has some set words indicative of anguish , guilt , and misery . He utters them , and obtains credence , and ...
... tell , for the benefit of others , what that condi- tion is ! But , as I believe I have before said , it is not pos- sible . Man has some set words indicative of anguish , guilt , and misery . He utters them , and obtains credence , and ...
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... tell you , that the hour which revealed to me our sad rela- tionship to each other was not given up to selfish considera- tions , or confined to exclusive regret for her . No , my dear Cooper ; the shock was too rude for selfishness ...
... tell you , that the hour which revealed to me our sad rela- tionship to each other was not given up to selfish considera- tions , or confined to exclusive regret for her . No , my dear Cooper ; the shock was too rude for selfishness ...
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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.