The Baronet's Family: A Novel1852 |
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Strona 36
... - blood gradually flowed back to the heart , and the hue of death left the cheek ; but little hope could be read upon the counte- nance of the doctor . The gay , the careless , but kind - hearted 36 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
... - blood gradually flowed back to the heart , and the hue of death left the cheek ; but little hope could be read upon the counte- nance of the doctor . The gay , the careless , but kind - hearted 36 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
Strona 40
... sought to bestow . Lady Llewellen read the fatal truth ; yet a ray of hope sus- tained her , through weary days and nights of watching and unspeakable grief . Those , only , who have attended a dear friend 40 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
... sought to bestow . Lady Llewellen read the fatal truth ; yet a ray of hope sus- tained her , through weary days and nights of watching and unspeakable grief . Those , only , who have attended a dear friend 40 THE BARONET'S FAMILY .
Strona 44
... hope to give me ? " again began Sir Howel ; " are they ruined ? no : it cannot be so bad as that : there is enough to support them handsomely , even if- " here the voice faltered : " even if we must sell Plas Llewellen . Thank God , my ...
... hope to give me ? " again began Sir Howel ; " are they ruined ? no : it cannot be so bad as that : there is enough to support them handsomely , even if- " here the voice faltered : " even if we must sell Plas Llewellen . Thank God , my ...
Strona 87
... hope for the future , in the other . " God is love , " was the text he delighted to dwell upon ; and when speaking of this soul - subduing attribute of the Deity , his countenance would brighten into more than . ordinary benevolence ...
... hope for the future , in the other . " God is love , " was the text he delighted to dwell upon ; and when speaking of this soul - subduing attribute of the Deity , his countenance would brighten into more than . ordinary benevolence ...
Strona 129
... Hope you'll excuse my miller's clothes , ma'am ; I'm not always so untidy ; but we must mind the mill , or there'll be no bread . Could'nt do without me , ma'am , in no way . I'm quite delightful . " And here Mr. Jen- kins gave a kind ...
... Hope you'll excuse my miller's clothes , ma'am ; I'm not always so untidy ; but we must mind the mill , or there'll be no bread . Could'nt do without me , ma'am , in no way . I'm quite delightful . " And here Mr. Jen- kins gave a kind ...
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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
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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.