Cheveley: Or, The Man of Honour, Volume 1Harper & Bros., 1839 |
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... wish to Heaven , " said Saville , throwing up the window , and drawing his chair to it as soon as the ma- jor had been removed , " I wish to Heaven I were like you , Mowbray ! " 66 66 A propos de quoi , mon cher ? " Why , à propos to ...
... wish to Heaven , " said Saville , throwing up the window , and drawing his chair to it as soon as the ma- jor had been removed , " I wish to Heaven I were like you , Mowbray ! " 66 66 A propos de quoi , mon cher ? " Why , à propos to ...
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... wish to please ensures success ; about the only wish , alas ! that does ensure its own fulfilment , and therefore I inar- vel that it is not a more universal one . This wish , in the present instance , was Mowbray's , and its success ...
... wish to please ensures success ; about the only wish , alas ! that does ensure its own fulfilment , and therefore I inar- vel that it is not a more universal one . This wish , in the present instance , was Mowbray's , and its success ...
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... wish of his , with more scrupulous devotion and delicacy than she did . This his selfish- ness could not help feeling , though his heart or his memory never recollected it , or he could not have sub- jugated her so completely to the ...
... wish of his , with more scrupulous devotion and delicacy than she did . This his selfish- ness could not help feeling , though his heart or his memory never recollected it , or he could not have sub- jugated her so completely to the ...
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... wishes , nay , more , he anticipated them : how good , how condescending this was of one who was the " enfan gaté " of London ! Poor Lady de Clifford a woman may be so brutalized and subdued by ill - treatment from the one who should be ...
... wishes , nay , more , he anticipated them : how good , how condescending this was of one who was the " enfan gaté " of London ! Poor Lady de Clifford a woman may be so brutalized and subdued by ill - treatment from the one who should be ...
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... , and declared that the dog could not be well . " Poor Ti . , " said he , kissing her head and stroking her long silken ears , " I'm sure she is ill . I wish , Lady de Clifford , you would let me have her for 64 CHEVELEY ; OR ,
... , and declared that the dog could not be well . " Poor Ti . , " said he , kissing her head and stroking her long silken ears , " I'm sure she is ill . I wish , Lady de Clifford , you would let me have her for 64 CHEVELEY ; OR ,
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Page 75 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Page 169 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 159 - That led th' embattled Seraphim to war. MILTON O THOU ! whatever title suit thee, Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Closed under hatches, Spairges about the brunstane cootie, To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, An' let poor damned bodies be ; I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, E'en to a deil, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An...
Page 74 - Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine even here, When thou behold'st them drooping nigh, And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine.
Page 121 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 204 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Page 201 - She is none of our dainty dames, who love to appear in variety of suits every day new, as if a good gown, like a stratagem in war, were to be used but once : but our good wife sets up a sail according to the keel of her husband's estate ; and if of high parentage, she doth not so remember what she was by birth, that she forgets what she is by match.
Page 149 - The world of a child's imagination is the creation of a far holier spell than hath ever been wrought by the pride of learning, or the inspiration of poetic fancy. Innocence, that thinketh no evil ; ignorance, that apprehendeth none ; hope, that hath experienced no blight ; love, that suspecteth no guile. These are its ministering angels — these wield a wand of power, making this earth a paradise. Time, hard, rigid teacher ! — Reality, rough, stern reality ! — World, cold, heartless world !...
Page 101 - Mr heart is mad : — why not my brain ? Oh, witch ! That flaming Hymen now would quench his torch, Or Hate, betwixt thy fool and thee, would set Double divorce for ever ! Shall I go * I cannot quit her : but, — like men who mock The voice of thunder, tarry until — I die ! Shall I not go 1 — I will not ; though the tongues Of chiding virtue rail me strait to stone.
Page 149 - ... of animal spirits. Nor must I omit the reason which Hudibras has given, why those who can talk on trifles speak with the, greatest fluency; namely, that the tongue is like a race-horse, which runs the faster the lesser weight it carries. Which of these reasons soever may be looked upon as the most probable, 1 think the Irishman's thought was very natural, who, after some hours...