The Baronet's Family: A Novel1852 |
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... , consigned Clare wholly to her aunt's protection , at the age of three years . It was not without a hard struggle and many tears that Lady Llewel- ; len parted from her child , but her husband was THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 11.
... , consigned Clare wholly to her aunt's protection , at the age of three years . It was not without a hard struggle and many tears that Lady Llewel- ; len parted from her child , but her husband was THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 11.
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... tears to her mother's eyes , who felt unaccountably depressed . The guests were charmed , and asked for several other songs , which Gwenthlean sang with equal expression and taste , wonderful in so young a child . As soon as she was ...
... tears to her mother's eyes , who felt unaccountably depressed . The guests were charmed , and asked for several other songs , which Gwenthlean sang with equal expression and taste , wonderful in so young a child . As soon as she was ...
Strona 27
... . His brief words were received , however , with tears of delight : the health of the King restored their gaiety , and Lady Llewellen , now somewhat C 2 THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 27 room made their appearance. Even little ...
... . His brief words were received , however , with tears of delight : the health of the King restored their gaiety , and Lady Llewellen , now somewhat C 2 THE BARONET'S FAMILY . 27 room made their appearance. Even little ...
Strona 47
... tears rolled fast down Lady Llewellen's cheeks as she looked at her . " Do not weep , love , " said Sir Howel , " all may yet be well . Kiss papa , darling , one more kiss , " and he strained the baby to his breast with an emotion that ...
... tears rolled fast down Lady Llewellen's cheeks as she looked at her . " Do not weep , love , " said Sir Howel , " all may yet be well . Kiss papa , darling , one more kiss , " and he strained the baby to his breast with an emotion that ...
Strona 48
... tear in Gwenthlean's blue eye , as she was lifted upon the bed , and when she clasped her father round the neck , she ... tears and look brave , but they flowed faster and faster . The usually merry little Clare crept to her side , and ...
... tear in Gwenthlean's blue eye , as she was lifted upon the bed , and when she clasped her father round the neck , she ... tears and look brave , but they flowed faster and faster . The usually merry little Clare crept to her side , and ...
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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...
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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.