Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 pages |
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... rest of her family . Miss Martin , recol- lecting herself when freed from her embrace , proceeded to play her part by turning round full upon Alfred , and observ- ing , " Your son , ma'am , I presume , by the likeness ? " Some- what ...
... rest of her family . Miss Martin , recol- lecting herself when freed from her embrace , proceeded to play her part by turning round full upon Alfred , and observ- ing , " Your son , ma'am , I presume , by the likeness ? " Some- what ...
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... rest of the party having crowded round the distinguished guest , and ushered her into the din- ing - room , Margaret found herself , with her arms full of pack- ages , left in the cold hall . Nobody seemed to remember her existence ...
... rest of the party having crowded round the distinguished guest , and ushered her into the din- ing - room , Margaret found herself , with her arms full of pack- ages , left in the cold hall . Nobody seemed to remember her existence ...
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... rest of the party thought it time to follow . Margaret , considerably embarrassed by this proceeding , drew close to nurse Wilton , and felt very much like a detected impostor , when the Vicar , who singled her out immediately , with ...
... rest of the party thought it time to follow . Margaret , considerably embarrassed by this proceeding , drew close to nurse Wilton , and felt very much like a detected impostor , when the Vicar , who singled her out immediately , with ...
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... rest . There are some minds that never seem to have fair play : and Alfred's was one of them . Painfully alive to ridicule , shrinking from the rude handling of criticism , never yet hav- ing found a fellow mind by whom its delicate ...
... rest . There are some minds that never seem to have fair play : and Alfred's was one of them . Painfully alive to ridicule , shrinking from the rude handling of criticism , never yet hav- ing found a fellow mind by whom its delicate ...
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... rest be- neath an old tree , still called ' The Minstrel's Oak , ' and was buried beneath its shade . " Now came the retribution . The proud , the princely Ethel , whose head had never stooped before , never held it up again . For ...
... rest be- neath an old tree , still called ' The Minstrel's Oak , ' and was buried beneath its shade . " Now came the retribution . The proud , the princely Ethel , whose head had never stooped before , never held it up again . For ...
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Page 39 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 40 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 39 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..