Eva; or, The bridal spectre [by mrs. W. Johnson].G. Virtue, 1830 - 309 |
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... Sir Ralph , " Lord , what is man ? and how are the mighty fallen , and the weapons of war perished ! " The dinner bell now sounded , and Sir Raymond and his guests adjourned to the eating room . The ... Sir Charles 50 EVA ; OR , THE.
... Sir Ralph , " Lord , what is man ? and how are the mighty fallen , and the weapons of war perished ! " The dinner bell now sounded , and Sir Raymond and his guests adjourned to the eating room . The ... Sir Charles 50 EVA ; OR , THE.
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... Sir Charles , his lady , and daughter , I have no doubt , " said Sir Ray- mond , " but I do not personally know Sir Charles ; he went abroad some time before I came to reside in Lincolnshire . " It was the intention of Sir Ralph to ...
... Sir Charles , his lady , and daughter , I have no doubt , " said Sir Ray- mond , " but I do not personally know Sir Charles ; he went abroad some time before I came to reside in Lincolnshire . " It was the intention of Sir Ralph to ...
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... SIR Raymond was right in his conjecture ; for the lady and gentleman he saw alight from their carriage , were Sir Charles and Lady Deloraine . But the younger lady was not their daughter , neither was she in any way related to them ...
... SIR Raymond was right in his conjecture ; for the lady and gentleman he saw alight from their carriage , were Sir Charles and Lady Deloraine . But the younger lady was not their daughter , neither was she in any way related to them ...
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Eva, Mrs. W. Johnson. " Nonsense , " said Sir Charles , somewhat angrily , as he rose from his chair , to follow the servant into the anti - room in which the woman was sitting . 66 Well , my good woman , " said Sir Charles , as the ...
Eva, Mrs. W. Johnson. " Nonsense , " said Sir Charles , somewhat angrily , as he rose from his chair , to follow the servant into the anti - room in which the woman was sitting . 66 Well , my good woman , " said Sir Charles , as the ...
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... Sir Charles would conde- scend to go with her to the cottage of the deceased , and see the corpse , he would then know if he recol- lected her features . Sir Charles agreed to the woman's proposal , and followed her , and the still ...
... Sir Charles would conde- scend to go with her to the cottage of the deceased , and see the corpse , he would then know if he recol- lected her features . Sir Charles agreed to the woman's proposal , and followed her , and the still ...
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Strona 74 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight, While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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Strona 48 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Strona 59 - Guilt is the source of sorrow ! 'tis the fiend, The avenging fiend, that follows us behind, With whips and stings. The blest know none of this, But rest in everlasting peace of mind, And find the height of all their heaven is goodness.
Strona 74 - Through the high wood echoing shrill. Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state...
Strona 26 - ... destroy the births of women, and the increase of cattle ; they blast the corn on the ground, the grapes of the vineyard, the fruits of the trees, the grass and herbs of the field.
Strona 108 - But see, the setting Sun Puts on a milder countenance, and skirts The undulated clouds, that cross his way, With glory visible. His axle cools, And his broad disk, though fervent, not intense, Foretells the near approach of matron night. Ye fair, retreat ! Your drooping flowers need Wholesome refreshment. Down the hedge-row path We hasten home, and only slack our speed To gaze a moment at th' accustom'd gap, That all so unexpectedly presents The clear cerulean prospect down the vale.
Strona 284 - I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of human woes Which sting the heart of man and find none equal. It is the hydra of calamities, The sevenfold death; the jealous are the damn'd. Oh jealousy, each other passion's calm 80 To thee, thou conflagration of the soul! Thou king of torments! Thou grand counterpoise For all the transports beauty can inspire!