The Baronet's Family: A Novel1852 |
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Strona 8
... Sir Howel Llewellen knew this , he scarcely gave it a thought , but , with mistaken good- nature , continued to entertain half the county at his table - to support scores of idle dependents to keep a capital pack of hounds and half a ...
... Sir Howel Llewellen knew this , he scarcely gave it a thought , but , with mistaken good- nature , continued to entertain half the county at his table - to support scores of idle dependents to keep a capital pack of hounds and half a ...
Strona 10
... Sir Howel died when his son was about three and twenty , leaving him in full possession of Plas Llewellen , its fine park , and extensive manor ; but the whole pro- perty , as was said before , greatly involved . No one but the steward ...
... Sir Howel died when his son was about three and twenty , leaving him in full possession of Plas Llewellen , its fine park , and extensive manor ; but the whole pro- perty , as was said before , greatly involved . No one but the steward ...
Strona 11
... Sir Howel Llewellen had been married eight years , and they were years of unin- terrupted happiness . He continued to love his wife with devoted affection , and to look upon her fine qualities with respect and admiration . They had had ...
... Sir Howel Llewellen had been married eight years , and they were years of unin- terrupted happiness . He continued to love his wife with devoted affection , and to look upon her fine qualities with respect and admiration . They had had ...
Strona 16
... Sir Howel still liked to keep up - and played beautiful , Welsh melodies , with execution and feeling .. Dreaming over the airs he loved , he re- marked not the inattention of those who generally listened to him with delight , and ...
... Sir Howel still liked to keep up - and played beautiful , Welsh melodies , with execution and feeling .. Dreaming over the airs he loved , he re- marked not the inattention of those who generally listened to him with delight , and ...
Strona 19
... Sir Howel had given his eldest daughter- " there now , dear me , Miss Llewellen , what's the use of putting you on nice , clean , stiff , muslin frocks , if you go to crumple them directly . Really David , you ought to know better . she ...
... Sir Howel had given his eldest daughter- " there now , dear me , Miss Llewellen , what's the use of putting you on nice , clean , stiff , muslin frocks , if you go to crumple them directly . Really David , you ought to know better . she ...
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Strona 48 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Strona 187 - WHITE as a white sail on a dusky sea. When half the horizon's clouded and half free, Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky, Is hope's last gleam in man's, extremity.
Strona 160 - By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not...
Strona 128 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Strona 292 - WHEN eyes are beaming What never tongue might tell, When tears are streaming From their crystal cell ; When hands are linked that dread to part. And heart is met by throbbing heart, Oh ! bitter, bitter is the smart Of them that bid farewell ! When hope is chidden That fain of bliss would tell.
Strona 27 - To cheer them on the vanished game ; But, stumbling in the rugged dell, The gallant horse exhausted fell. The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein, For the good steed, his labours o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more ; Then, touched with pity and remorse, He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse.