Noel D'Auvergne: A NovelR. Washbourne, 1869 - 496 páginas |
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... PLEASANTER THAN SUNSHINE 466 XXVI . HIS AILEEN AROON 469 XXVII . THE MARRIAGE OF OUR HEARTS . 478 XXVIII . IT SEEMS AS IF SHE IS TO HAVE HER GLORY NOW . 486 NOEL D'AUVERGNE . CHAPTER I. MRS . LEYNE AND THOSE viii CONTENTS .
... PLEASANTER THAN SUNSHINE 466 XXVI . HIS AILEEN AROON 469 XXVII . THE MARRIAGE OF OUR HEARTS . 478 XXVIII . IT SEEMS AS IF SHE IS TO HAVE HER GLORY NOW . 486 NOEL D'AUVERGNE . CHAPTER I. MRS . LEYNE AND THOSE viii CONTENTS .
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A Novel Samuel Richardson. NOEL D'AUVERGNE . CHAPTER I. MRS . LEYNE AND THOSE WHOM SHE LOVES . " As streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ...
A Novel Samuel Richardson. NOEL D'AUVERGNE . CHAPTER I. MRS . LEYNE AND THOSE WHOM SHE LOVES . " As streams that run o'er golden mines , Yet humbly , calmly glide , Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ...
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... Noel d'Auvergne with his whiskerless face , so young- looking for one who has lived six - and - twenty years , and only adorned with a thick moustache , lighter than his brown , waving hair . Such is Noel d'Au- vergne outwardly ; to ...
... Noel d'Auvergne with his whiskerless face , so young- looking for one who has lived six - and - twenty years , and only adorned with a thick moustache , lighter than his brown , waving hair . Such is Noel d'Au- vergne outwardly ; to ...
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Adelaide amongst answered asked Baronet barrister beautiful bless blush brother carriage child countenance Cross crowned D'Auvergne's Dashbrook dead dear death Dolores door Dublin earth Everton exclaimed eyes face flowers friends gave gentle GERALD GRIFFIN girl glance glided graceful Hampstead hand happy Harold Leyne heard heart heaven Honourable O'Malley Oranmore human husband Ireland Irish Killarney knew labour Lady Marguerita Lady Summervale leine Leyne's light lips listening live London look Lord Summervale Madeleine Leyne Madeleine's married Mary Leyne Mary's Middleton mind Miss Leyne morning mother never night noble Noel d'Auvergne once Oran Oranmore's Park Lane peace poor portmanteau replied rience seat silent Sir Rutherford sister smile sorrow soul stood sweet tears tell Tenby thing thought told Tom Middleton true truth voice waiting wife woman words York cemetery young
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Página 317 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Página 288 - Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like, a better way.
Página 369 - And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
Página 459 - But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still...
Página 111 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Página 254 - All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call ; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all ; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
Página 329 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue ; - Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd, ere my passion sweeping thro...
Página 395 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Página 78 - And as the dove to far Palmyra flying From where her native founts of Antioch beam, Weary, exhausted, longing, panting, sighing, Lights sadly at the desert's bitter stream ; So many a soul, o'er life's drear desert faring, Love's pure congenial spring unfound, unquaffed, Suffers — recoils — then thirsty and despairing Of what it would, descends and sips the nearest draught ! * MARIA Go WEN BROOKS (MARIA DEL OCCIDENTE).