The Baronet's Family: A Novel1852 |
Z wnętrza książki
Wyniki 1 - 5 z 21
Strona 46
... bless you ; " he said , firmly pressing the hand he held ; and bending over the bed , he rushed out of the room . The remainder of that day , and the fol- lowing night , were passed in much suffering , and continual mental aberrations ...
... bless you ; " he said , firmly pressing the hand he held ; and bending over the bed , he rushed out of the room . The remainder of that day , and the fol- lowing night , were passed in much suffering , and continual mental aberrations ...
Strona 48
... blessing to you , dearest , when I am gone . Look up Gwenthlean ; be a woman and do not cry . You will support and comfort your mamma , will you not love ? " The little girl raised her head from his shoulder , but could not speak . She ...
... blessing to you , dearest , when I am gone . Look up Gwenthlean ; be a woman and do not cry . You will support and comfort your mamma , will you not love ? " The little girl raised her head from his shoulder , but could not speak . She ...
Strona 49
... bless and keep them . Restraint was no longer possible ; every one present wept . The nurse was obliged to separate ... blessing . Those few days of sick- ness carried the unfortunate Sir Howel Llew- ellen from a life of careless self ...
... bless and keep them . Restraint was no longer possible ; every one present wept . The nurse was obliged to separate ... blessing . Those few days of sick- ness carried the unfortunate Sir Howel Llew- ellen from a life of careless self ...
Strona 51
... her infant peti- tions . When she came to the words , " God bless my papa and mamma , " she paused , whilst the tears rolled faster down her cheek . " D 2 THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 51 horn echoed no more in the woods; the ...
... her infant peti- tions . When she came to the words , " God bless my papa and mamma , " she paused , whilst the tears rolled faster down her cheek . " D 2 THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 51 horn echoed no more in the woods; the ...
Strona 52
... bless my dear mamma . " She rose from her knees , and stood a few moments buried in thought , a lovely but melancholy picture of early sorrow . She had not seen her mother since her father's death , for Lady Llewellen had been lost to ...
... bless my dear mamma . " She rose from her knees , and stood a few moments buried in thought , a lovely but melancholy picture of early sorrow . She had not seen her mother since her father's death , for Lady Llewellen had been lost to ...
Inne wydania - Wyświetl wszystko
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
admiration amongst asked beautiful began bert Betto blessed blush cheek child Clare cottage countenance courage Craigy vellyn daugh David dear dear boy delight dress Eisteddfod exclaimed eyes face fancied father fear feeling felt gaze gentleman girl glance Glanheathyn grandfather Grant Gwen Gwenth Gwenthlean hand happy harp head horse Jenkins kind knew Lady Llewellen Lady Louisa Lady Somerville lean Lizzie Llandre Llewel Lloyd looked Lord Hastings mamma Mary's child Master Herbert miller mind Miriam Morgan morning mother mountain nature never Oxford Plas Llewellen poor replied rocks rose scarcely scene seated seemed side Sir Howel sister smile soon soul spoke stood stranger sweet tears thlean thought tion told turned uncon voice walk Walter Jones warm watched WELBECK STREET Welsh Welsh harp Welsh language Welsh ponies whilst wish words young lady
Popularne fragmenty
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.