The Literary SouvenirLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, 1829 |
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... to stand to the last extremity ; neither of them cheered by a sign of life , excepting the jackdaws which sit perched upon the dead tips of the old ash trees , and the starlings that sweep around at sunset in circles 2 THE SISTERS .
... to stand to the last extremity ; neither of them cheered by a sign of life , excepting the jackdaws which sit perched upon the dead tips of the old ash trees , and the starlings that sweep around at sunset in circles 2 THE SISTERS .
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... as you would be likely to make by leaving me . Yet , if it be your wish to go , e'en go ; I had rather you would leave me miserable , than stay to wish me dead . " C The old man had worked himself into a fit of THE SISTERS . 13.
... as you would be likely to make by leaving me . Yet , if it be your wish to go , e'en go ; I had rather you would leave me miserable , than stay to wish me dead . " C The old man had worked himself into a fit of THE SISTERS . 13.
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... dead . I am now my uncle's heir ; but I fear too late . The sorrow of withdrawing myself to my proper distance when I was poor , is probably to be followed up by the anguish of being forbidden to return now that I am rich . I dare not ...
... dead . I am now my uncle's heir ; but I fear too late . The sorrow of withdrawing myself to my proper distance when I was poor , is probably to be followed up by the anguish of being forbidden to return now that I am rich . I dare not ...
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... it already , " replied Marcus , with an attempt to look glad . Silvermere with it . " I met your servant going to Your uncles in India are dead . " ' I scarcely recollect them , and it would therefore 22 THE SISTERS .
... it already , " replied Marcus , with an attempt to look glad . Silvermere with it . " I met your servant going to Your uncles in India are dead . " ' I scarcely recollect them , and it would therefore 22 THE SISTERS .
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... dead weight upon her heart . In this mood , she was startled by Edith laughing in her sleep , with a sound which terrified her . " Edith ! " she cried , shaking her till she partially awoke , " Edith , you frighten me - why do you laugh ...
... dead weight upon her heart . In this mood , she was startled by Edith laughing in her sleep , with a sound which terrified her . " Edith ! " she cried , shaking her till she partially awoke , " Edith , you frighten me - why do you laugh ...
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Page 111 - Effulgent in the light of youth, is she, the new made bride! The homage of a thousand hearts — the fond deep love of one — The hopes that dance around a life whose charms are but begun, — They lighten up her chestnut eye, they mantle o'er her cheek, They sparkle on her open brow, and high-souled joy bespeak.
Page 33 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 270 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 114 - They half beguiled her of her cares, they soothed her into smiles, They won her thoughts from bigot zeal, and fierce domestic broils :— But hark ! the tramp of armed men ! the Douglas...
Page 109 - And all around the noonday sun a drowsy radiance cast. No sound of busy life was heard, save, from the cloister dim, The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters...
Page 44 - A horrid puppy!" said Lieutenant St. Squintem, who was still uglier; " If he does not ride better, he will disgrace the regiment !" said Captain Rivalhate, who was very good-looking; " If he does not ride better, we will cut him ! " said Colonel Everdrill, who was a wonderful martinet ; " I say, Mr. Bumpemwell, (to the riding-master,) make that youngster ride less like a miller's sack." " Pooh, sir, he will never ride better.
Page 44 - Ricardo by heart — and made notes on the English Constitution. He rose to speak. " What a handsome fellow ! " whispered one member. "Ah, a coxcomb!" said another. » " Never do for a speaker !
Page 39 - ... nightingale ! Dusk creature, who art silent all day long, But when pale eve unseals thy clear throat, loosest Thy twilight music on the dreaming boughs Until they waken. And thou, cuckoo bird, Who art the ghost of sound, having no shape Material, but dost wander far and near, Like untouched echo whom the woods deny...