Gems of Literature, Or Tales for All Times: Being a Selection from the Most Admired WritersJ. Robertson, 1840 |
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... hour , and you're scarce a quarter through it yet . I've noticed the same this last week , and except on the day Lord Bullaboo dined with us , when it behoved you to make an exertion , you have not finished any one blessed day seven ...
... hour , and you're scarce a quarter through it yet . I've noticed the same this last week , and except on the day Lord Bullaboo dined with us , when it behoved you to make an exertion , you have not finished any one blessed day seven ...
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... absorbed in the consideration of one another . I had whispered , and she had heard without reply , what is never whispered a se- cond time . We might have been half an hour together— it was but a moment to my thought - when FIRST LOVE . 17.
... absorbed in the consideration of one another . I had whispered , and she had heard without reply , what is never whispered a se- cond time . We might have been half an hour together— it was but a moment to my thought - when FIRST LOVE . 17.
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... hour was come , - -one thought alone animated him , and that was how to escape . " What are you looking for , M. Kirchman -the sabre ? " 66 No , Monsieur , for my hat ! " And making a desperate bound , he rushed at the door , nearly ...
... hour was come , - -one thought alone animated him , and that was how to escape . " What are you looking for , M. Kirchman -the sabre ? " 66 No , Monsieur , for my hat ! " And making a desperate bound , he rushed at the door , nearly ...
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... hours . Christina , out of very mischief , had played off , upon this luck- less wight , all her artillery of bright glances and wreathed smiles , without being able to extort from him a single compliment . He would sit and stare at her ...
... hours . Christina , out of very mischief , had played off , upon this luck- less wight , all her artillery of bright glances and wreathed smiles , without being able to extort from him a single compliment . He would sit and stare at her ...
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... hours to repair , and the English- man , evidently much disappointed , was com- pelled to take refuge in a small country inn . What a contretemps for a man of fashion ! His countenance bore evident marks of ill - humour ; but , in such ...
... hours to repair , and the English- man , evidently much disappointed , was com- pelled to take refuge in a small country inn . What a contretemps for a man of fashion ! His countenance bore evident marks of ill - humour ; but , in such ...
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Página 141 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 222 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Página 177 - To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this ! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Página 177 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew...
Página 42 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount and stream and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight: Where are those dreamers now?
Página 85 - Dhas went down like a lump o' lead afore we wor many sthrokes o' the oar away from her. " Well, we dhrifted away all that night, and next mornin...
Página 21 - Twas morning's winged dream ; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Página 177 - And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Página 87 - Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld — well, at the brake o' day the sun riz most beautiful out o' the waves, that was as bright as silver and as clear as cryshthal. But it was only the more crule upon uz, for we wor beginnin...
Página 238 - I'm weary and must sleep ! Who was it called my name ? — Nay, do not weep. You'll all come soon !" Morning spread over earth her rosy wings — And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale, Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window, freighted with The...