Tylney Hall, Volume 3

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A. H. Baily, 1834

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Page 279 - No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true : The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 61 - It is good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.
Page 68 - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.
Page 164 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Page 48 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 108 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Page 133 - Tantalus' gold, described by Homer, no substance, but mere illusions. When she saw herself descried she wept, and desired Apollonius to be silent, but he would not be moved, and thereupon she, plate, house, and all that was in it, vanished in an instant. Many thousands took notice of this fact, for it was done in the midst of Greece.
Page 17 - On the other hand, the progress of his own advancement in life and love had been adroitly urged ; the very tone of levity even with which the calamity had been mentioned, contributed to deaden whatever natural feeling had been excited by the catastrophe, and with a considerable degree of compoHnro St.
Page 192 - Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Page 193 - Tis Estifania, the heir of this poor place. Per. Poor do you call it ? There's nothing that I cast mine eyes upon, But shews both rich and admirable ;'all the rooms Are hung as if a princess were to dwell here ; The gardens, orchards, every thing so curious : Is all that plate your own too? Estif.

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