The Ogilvies: NovelHarper & Brothers, 1850 - 140 páginas |
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... face , with what she doubtless thought , a most be- witching air of espièglerie . But the young man turned away , quite unmoved . Her fascinations , so apparently displayed , only vexed him . " I wish some of you children would go and ...
... face , with what she doubtless thought , a most be- witching air of espièglerie . But the young man turned away , quite unmoved . Her fascinations , so apparently displayed , only vexed him . " I wish some of you children would go and ...
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... face with its dreamy eyes , passion- quivering lips , and wavy hair , until she felt for this embodiment of the beautiful poet - soul , now gone from earth , a sensation very like that love of which she had read , that strange ...
... face with its dreamy eyes , passion- quivering lips , and wavy hair , until she felt for this embodiment of the beautiful poet - soul , now gone from earth , a sensation very like that love of which she had read , that strange ...
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... face to much advantage . This face was not remarkable for an intellectual expression , though the features evidently perpetually strug- led to attain one . Still in spite of her semi - wild glances , compressed lips , and fixed ...
... face to much advantage . This face was not remarkable for an intellectual expression , though the features evidently perpetually strug- led to attain one . Still in spite of her semi - wild glances , compressed lips , and fixed ...
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... face ? " Hugh could not see any such face , or would not . " There ! standing by the lady at the harp , I have watched him a long time , " said Katharine . " I feel sure I must have seen him somewhere before . " " In the clouds , very ...
... face ? " Hugh could not see any such face , or would not . " There ! standing by the lady at the harp , I have watched him a long time , " said Katharine . " I feel sure I must have seen him somewhere before . " " In the clouds , very ...
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... face . She experienced no surprise , or wounded vanity , for she never remembered herself at all . Even now , at this faint dawn of feeling , her thoughts were alone of him . " Well , it has been a pleasant evening , " said Mrs. Ogilvie ...
... face . She experienced no surprise , or wounded vanity , for she never remembered herself at all . Even now , at this faint dawn of feeling , her thoughts were alone of him . " Well , it has been a pleasant evening , " said Mrs. Ogilvie ...
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answered arine beautiful blessed Breynton Brown Bess calm cheek child cousin cried dare dear Katharine door dream Drysdale dull Elea Eleanor Ogilvie eyes face fancy father feel felt fingers forgive gaze gentle girl glad hand happy head heard heart heaven hope Hugh Hugh's husband Isabella James Ogilvie Kath Katharine Ogilvie Katharine's knew Lady Ogilvie Lancaster laugh Leigh letter light lips live look lover Lyne marriage marry mind Miss Ogilvie mother murmured ness never night Ogilvie's once pain passed passion Paul Lynedon Pennythorne perhaps PHILIP BAILEY Philip Wychnor pleasure poor quiet remember Robert Ogilvie seemed shadow silence smile solemn sorrow soul speak spoke stood storm of passion strange suffering Summerwood sure sweet talk tears tell tender thing thought tone trembled turned utter voice walk wife wish woman words young
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Página 76 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Página 11 - Love took up the glass of time, and turned it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Página 39 - Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, It may bring to thee.
Página 63 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Página 35 - PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams, The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. So, when affections yield discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come They that are rich in words must needs discover, They are but poor in that which makes a lover.
Página 63 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Página 31 - Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it In sound of funeral or of marriage bells, And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass, wash'd by a slow broad stream.
Página 49 - Overlive it — lower yet — be happy! wherefore should I care? I myself must mix with action, lest I wither by despair. What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these? Every door is barred with gold, and opens but to golden keys.
Página 14 - ... grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south ! oh still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh ; And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
Página 107 - BETTER trust all and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiving, Than doubt one heart that, if believed, Had blessed one's life with true believing. Oh, in this mocking world, too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth; Better be cheated to the last Than lose the blessed hope of truth.