Doveton; or, The man of many impulses, by the author of 'Jerningham'. |
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... Ella , how like they were ; almost might they have been taken for twins . The same light flowing hair , the same ... Ella's blue ; and Michael , who was the elder of the twain , was many inches taller than his sister . Perhaps the boy ...
... Ella , how like they were ; almost might they have been taken for twins . The same light flowing hair , the same ... Ella's blue ; and Michael , who was the elder of the twain , was many inches taller than his sister . Perhaps the boy ...
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... Ella . Like unto her brother , in the prevailing expression , and indeed in the lineaments of her face , there was more of the seraph in her aspect ; for her eyes were deep blue , as an Italian sky ; and her figure so light and fragile ...
... Ella . Like unto her brother , in the prevailing expression , and indeed in the lineaments of her face , there was more of the seraph in her aspect ; for her eyes were deep blue , as an Italian sky ; and her figure so light and fragile ...
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... Ella , all was quiet , -all subdued , —all beautiful . An under - current of deep feeling flowed tranquilly on , and if it were not always inaudible , it never gave forth any sound more noisy than a gentle murmur . But how fondly Ella ...
... Ella , all was quiet , -all subdued , —all beautiful . An under - current of deep feeling flowed tranquilly on , and if it were not always inaudible , it never gave forth any sound more noisy than a gentle murmur . But how fondly Ella ...
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... Ella was distinguished by a purity , and indeed an elegance of style , which would not have disgraced the gentlest , the most high - born scions of the aristocracy . Perhaps it was that going oftener abroad and mingling with other young ...
... Ella was distinguished by a purity , and indeed an elegance of style , which would not have disgraced the gentlest , the most high - born scions of the aristocracy . Perhaps it was that going oftener abroad and mingling with other young ...
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... Ella Moore . Is it possible to love on for ever , giving but receiving nothing in exchange ? Will not the milk of love , thus acted upon , at length be converted into wormwood ? I think so : we may be wronged over - much ; we may suffer ...
... Ella Moore . Is it possible to love on for ever , giving but receiving nothing in exchange ? Will not the milk of love , thus acted upon , at length be converted into wormwood ? I think so : we may be wronged over - much ; we may suffer ...
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Anstruther Anstruther's answer Arthur Arundel asked beautiful beheld better bless brother Charlton Abbey child cottage cousin Emily creature cried dear dear boy dear Ella delight desire Doveton Ella Moore Emmy endeavoured exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt Gerard girl Grass-hill Guido hand happy head heard heart hope horse Jeremy Taylor John Marston kind Kirby knew lady Larry Larry Moore laugh Lawrence Moore little Guido live looked Mary Merry-vale Michael Michael and Ella Michael Moore mind mother nature never OLD BAILEY once Owen Feltham Paracelsus Paul Phillips perhaps poor present remember replied returned sate scarcely Sierra Leone Sir Reginald Euston sister smile Smith soul speak spoke strange suffer sure talk tears tell thing thought tion told took truth turned uncle Pemberton uttered voice walked whilst Widow Moore words young
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Página 54 - Composed upon Westminster Bridge September 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 26 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Página 77 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 287 - Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them!
Página 214 - Where art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead ? Oh find me, prosperous or undone ! Or, if the grave be now thy bed, Why am I ignorant of the same That I may rest; and neither blame Nor sorrow may attend thy name ? Seven years, alas!
Página 60 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 237 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
Página 18 - Remember the old man, and what he was Years after he had heard this heavy news. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength.
Página 98 - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness ; that he who feels contempt For any living thing hath faculties Which he has never used, that thought with him Is in its infancy.
Página 161 - She met me. Stranger, upon life's rough way, And lured me towards sweet Death ; as Night by Day, Winter by Spring, or Sorrow by swift Hope, Led into light, life, peace.