Family Portraits: Or, Descendents of TrelawneyW. Burnett, 1834 - 472 páginas |
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... tutor would make much worse , and Fothersgill must quiet him . I could never endure to see boys too forward in con- versation ; it produces a flippancy of speech which it is exceedingly dimcult for them to get the better of at a more ...
... tutor would make much worse , and Fothersgill must quiet him . I could never endure to see boys too forward in con- versation ; it produces a flippancy of speech which it is exceedingly dimcult for them to get the better of at a more ...
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Or, Descendents of Trelawney Catherine George Ward. It is true that the tutor of the young Trelawneys was not only a man of few words , but his person was also as quaint and as singular as his manners , with which the formality of his ...
Or, Descendents of Trelawney Catherine George Ward. It is true that the tutor of the young Trelawneys was not only a man of few words , but his person was also as quaint and as singular as his manners , with which the formality of his ...
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... tutor , could not help laughing sometimes at the wily tricks of his incorrigible little pupil , his lectures to him on all occasions being always expressed precisely in the following words , " I stand amazed , Mr. Tanjore , at your ...
... tutor , could not help laughing sometimes at the wily tricks of his incorrigible little pupil , his lectures to him on all occasions being always expressed precisely in the following words , " I stand amazed , Mr. Tanjore , at your ...
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... tutor , without making any advances to- wards taking down the cane . On which little Tanjore boldly replied , " Beat me then as hard as ever you are able , Mr. Fothersgill , and I wont complain , -no , not one bit ; but you shall not ...
... tutor , without making any advances to- wards taking down the cane . On which little Tanjore boldly replied , " Beat me then as hard as ever you are able , Mr. Fothersgill , and I wont complain , -no , not one bit ; but you shall not ...
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... tutor , but some means were de- vised by the gentle Emma , to put them on a friendly footing again , so that Tanjore always use to call her his " little dove ; " " because , ” cried he , " Emma always carries the olive branch along with ...
... tutor , but some means were de- vised by the gentle Emma , to put them on a friendly footing again , so that Tanjore always use to call her his " little dove ; " " because , ” cried he , " Emma always carries the olive branch along with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
affection affectionate amiable answered aunt beautiful behold beloved Berkeley Square blushing bosom brother Tanjore carriage certainly charming cheek child Clarendale conversation countenance cousin cried Fothersgill cried Lady cried Mary cried Tanjore daugh daughter dear boy dear Tanjore dearest deeply delighted Duke Dumfairling Castle Edwin elegant Ellen Emma's exclaimed eyes father feelings fond gentle hand happiness heart heaven hour immediately India instantly jore Kenilworth Lady Honoria Belmont Lady Jean Lady Wyndham Ladyship laughing lawney look Lord Beauverie Lord Wyndham Lordship lovely girl lovely Jean lovely Lucy Lucy mamma Mary Bradbury mind Miss Bradbury Miss Trelawney morning mother never occasion painful papa Pelham poor present Queensbury Rebecca replied Rosa Scotland Sedley sigh smile South Audley Street spirits Starmer sweet Tanjore Trelawney tears tell thing thought tion Trelaw Trelawney's tutor uttered Valmont William wish young youthful
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Página 149 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
Página 135 - I would not doubt My combat with that loud vain-glorious boaster. Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, Did you but think how seldom fools are just, So many of your sex would not in vain Of broken vows, and faithless men, complain...
Página 3 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Página 398 - Perhaps (for who can guess th' effects of chance ?) Here Hunt may box, or Mahomet may dance. Hard is his lot that, here by Fortune plac'd, Must watch the wild vicissitudes of taste ; With every meteor of caprice must play, And chase the new-blown bubbles of the day. Ah ! let not Censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Página 415 - Prithee, forgive me, I did but chide in jest; the best loves use it Sometimes ; it sets an edge upon affection : When we invite our best friends to a feast, 'Tis not all sweetmeats that we set before them ; There's somewhat sharp and salt, both to whet appetite And make 'em taste their wine well ; so, methinks, After a friendly, sharp, and savoury chiding, A kiss tastes wondrous well, and full o' the grape ; How think'st thou ? does't not ? {Kisses him.
Página 185 - There is a face whose blushes tell Affection's tale upon the cheek — But pallid at one fond farewell, Proclaims more love than words can speak. " There is a lip which mine hath prest, And none had ever prest before, It vowed to make me sweetly blest, And mine — mine only prest it more.
Página 445 - One is his printer in disguise, and keeps His press in a hollow tree, where to conceal him, He works by glow-worm light, the moon's too open.
Página 340 - None are supinely good : through care and pain, And various arts, the steep ascent we gain. This is the scene of combat, not of rest, Man's is laborious happiness at best; On this side death his dangers never cease, His joys are joys of conquest, not of peace.
Página 149 - FAREWELL! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye. Are in that word — Farewell ! — Farewell...
Página 230 - THE ENCHANTMENT I DID but look and love awhile, 'Twas but for one half-hour; Then to resist I had no will, And now I have no power. To sigh and wish is all my ease; Sighs which do heat impart Enough to melt the coldest ice, Yet cannot warm your heart. O would your pity give my heart One corner of your breast, 'Twould learn of yours the winning art, And quickly steal the rest.