Temptation; or, A wife's perils [by C.L. Gascoigne].Henry Colburn, 1839 |
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... Dear me ! how rough you are , Helen , " ex- claimed her aunt , in a peevish voice , but without raising her head , " I wish you would not startle one so . Do learn to be more lady - like ! —Very disagreeable ! " " Oh , aunt ! " cried ...
... Dear me ! how rough you are , Helen , " ex- claimed her aunt , in a peevish voice , but without raising her head , " I wish you would not startle one so . Do learn to be more lady - like ! —Very disagreeable ! " " Oh , aunt ! " cried ...
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... Dear aunt Letty , do tell me what to do ! " " My dear , how can I tell you ? You must make up your own mind . If you like Lord Mont- gomery . It is all very sudden , to be sure - very ! and he is a great deal older than you are 26 ...
... Dear aunt Letty , do tell me what to do ! " " My dear , how can I tell you ? You must make up your own mind . If you like Lord Mont- gomery . It is all very sudden , to be sure - very ! and he is a great deal older than you are 26 ...
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... dear Helen in future , and praise her to the skies . It would enlarge the circle of her acquaintance too ; for , of course , she would be asked to Norburn Park , and she would meet all sorts of great people there , who would treat her ...
... dear Helen in future , and praise her to the skies . It would enlarge the circle of her acquaintance too ; for , of course , she would be asked to Norburn Park , and she would meet all sorts of great people there , who would treat her ...
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Caroline Leigh Gascoigne. marry Lord Montgomery ? -change your mind now ? My dear cousin , you must be out of your senses ! " " No ! " she replied , in a melancholy voice ; " but I am afraid I have been very hasty ― very foolish . Oh ...
Caroline Leigh Gascoigne. marry Lord Montgomery ? -change your mind now ? My dear cousin , you must be out of your senses ! " " No ! " she replied , in a melancholy voice ; " but I am afraid I have been very hasty ― very foolish . Oh ...
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... dear child , you have been happier without , than you can ever be with them . They may please for a time , but they will soon tire you ; and though the pleasures they produce will fade away , the temptations and dangers inseparable from ...
... dear child , you have been happier without , than you can ever be with them . They may please for a time , but they will soon tire you ; and though the pleasures they produce will fade away , the temptations and dangers inseparable from ...
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anxiety Ashton aunt Letty BEAUFORT HOUSE beautiful behold better blessed Cheltenham child choly Clavering countenance cousin cried dear death delight door dreadful earnest emotion endeavoured excited exclaimed eyes fear feel felt fond Gardner gazed gentle give gomery hand happy hear heard heart Helen Helen Gardner Hesleden hope hour husband innocent inquired kind knew Lady Douglas Lady Mont Lady Montgomery Lady Penrhyn Lady Scone late leave listen little Susan look Lord Montgomery Lord Scone melan melancholy Midsummer Night's Dream mind Miss Anna Maria morning Morton mother nature never night Norburn once passion peace perhaps poor pray prayer quiet quired racter Rawdon replied sake scarcely seemed servants smile soon sorrow soul speak spirit sure sweet tears tell tenderness thing thought tion toady tone turned utter Vernon voice walk watch whilst wish woman words Wyndham young
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Página 270 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 242 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream ; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem.
Página 184 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Página 3 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 27 - you see, at last, the struggle between the body and the soul. You see conscience forced to yield, even in a redoubt which it had believed impregnable.
Página 30 - It matters little at what hour o' the day The righteous fall asleep, death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die : The less of this cold world, the more of heaven, The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
Página 236 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Página 32 - ... the peace of Pecquigny. Charles himself acknowledged as much when, in his wrath at this treaty, he said, "He had not sought to bring over the English into France for any need he had of them, but to enable them to recover what belonged to them;" and Louis XI. was a patriotic king when he declared that "there was nothing in the world he would not do to thrust the king of England out of the realm, and, rather than suffer the English to have a bit of territory in France, he would put every thing...
Página 284 - Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest !" He smiled and wept when he spoke these words.
Página 177 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.