Grace Darling, the Maid of the IslesW. & T. Fordyce, Dean street.--To be had also of the booksellers in London, Edinburgh, 1839 - 480 páginas |
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... count directed to- wards Caroline . Is not it too bad , continued her ladyship ; here have I , for the last six weeks , been laying close siege to the heart of this grave - looking count , and now , Miss Dud- ley , you have entered the ...
... count directed to- wards Caroline . Is not it too bad , continued her ladyship ; here have I , for the last six weeks , been laying close siege to the heart of this grave - looking count , and now , Miss Dud- ley , you have entered the ...
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... count , who was seated by my sister at dinner . He is nephew to one of the Prussian nobles , at whose mansion we first met Count Werner . Poor Julian ! he still appears to feel his me- lancholy fate acutely . Has he been connected with ...
... count , who was seated by my sister at dinner . He is nephew to one of the Prussian nobles , at whose mansion we first met Count Werner . Poor Julian ! he still appears to feel his me- lancholy fate acutely . Has he been connected with ...
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... Count Werner ; his voice was rich and finely modulated , and , in contradiction to his looks , his conversation was lively and interesting . Lady Emma and he were visibly old friends , and they addressed each other with cordial ...
... Count Werner ; his voice was rich and finely modulated , and , in contradiction to his looks , his conversation was lively and interesting . Lady Emma and he were visibly old friends , and they addressed each other with cordial ...
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... Count Werner . The other part of the company had not been such as to make any impression upon her mind . On the following day Charles returned to Oxford . Caroline felt much re- gret at losing his society ; the spirits of Charles were ...
... Count Werner . The other part of the company had not been such as to make any impression upon her mind . On the following day Charles returned to Oxford . Caroline felt much re- gret at losing his society ; the spirits of Charles were ...
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... Count Werner . With a slight- ly heightened colour , Caroline replied to the compliments of the count ; who , after ex- changing civilities with Lord Delmore , passed on , and was lost amid the crowd . Recovering from her momentary ...
... Count Werner . With a slight- ly heightened colour , Caroline replied to the compliments of the count ; who , after ex- changing civilities with Lord Delmore , passed on , and was lost amid the crowd . Recovering from her momentary ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admiration Allan Stewart Alnwick castle anxiety appeared arrived assured attention beautiful beheld Berwick Advertiser boat boilers bosom bright Camilla Caroline Dudley castle Clair Clanranald Clementina companion Constance Count Werner countenance daugh daughter duchess Duchess of Northumberland Dundee earl Emily Emily Fitzroy emotions enquiries excited expressed eyes fate father fears feelings felt Fern Islands Fitzroy Forfarshire gazed gentle girl Givona glance Grace Darling happy heart Herbert hope hour interest Isora kind Lady Emma Lady Mary light-house Logan Longstone look Lord Delmore lordship Madrid Major Dudley marchioness Marquis of Santalina melancholy ment mind Miss Dudley Montford morning mother nature ness noble North Sunderland object observed occasion parents party passed pleasure Poland possessed proceeded racter received regret remained rendered reply returned rock scene sister smile soon sorrow spirits tion Tynemouth vessel voice waves whilst William Darling wreck young
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Página 170 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Página 24 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 304 - AS a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Página 396 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale, Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Página 170 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, aye, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the Tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by Death revealed!
Página 7 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Página 40 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 129 - What Exile from himself can flee ? To zones though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life— the demon Thought.
Página 295 - Oh, sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale, And to some meaner minstrel's lay Open her bosom's glowing veil, Than Love shall ever doubt a tone, A breath of the beloved one!
Página 223 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.