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... river , hitherto unruffled by the slightest breeze . Like the roses with which my sisters had laden themselves , we existed in sunshine and fragrance , and had neither tasted nor experienced the bitter- ness of neglect , or the pang of ...
... river , hitherto unruffled by the slightest breeze . Like the roses with which my sisters had laden themselves , we existed in sunshine and fragrance , and had neither tasted nor experienced the bitter- ness of neglect , or the pang of ...
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... rivers , and fountains , changed their refreshing waters into wormwood . Let Religion fill your hearts and minds with a perceptible presence , overflowing with light and love at a joyous and happy time , but concentrating its powers ...
... rivers , and fountains , changed their refreshing waters into wormwood . Let Religion fill your hearts and minds with a perceptible presence , overflowing with light and love at a joyous and happy time , but concentrating its powers ...
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... hap- piness , and like an ice - bound river breathed on by the soft breezes of summer , the frost is broken up , the numbed feelings melt ; the chill becomes a glow , and warmed into fervour 42 THE LADIES OF LOVEL - LEIGII .
... hap- piness , and like an ice - bound river breathed on by the soft breezes of summer , the frost is broken up , the numbed feelings melt ; the chill becomes a glow , and warmed into fervour 42 THE LADIES OF LOVEL - LEIGII .
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... rivers , iron , tin and loadstones in its moun- tains , and , what England has not , brilliant diamonds , and eatable birds ' nests . But Borneo we will forego . Eight months of rain in the year would be quite sufficient to damp the ...
... rivers , iron , tin and loadstones in its moun- tains , and , what England has not , brilliant diamonds , and eatable birds ' nests . But Borneo we will forego . Eight months of rain in the year would be quite sufficient to damp the ...
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... RIVERS ! Mr. Rivers ! I recall the time when we uttered this name with equal indifference and apathy . Mabel superintended the preparation of two apart- ments for him , more intent upon the fulfil- ment of her functions as mistress of ...
... RIVERS ! Mr. Rivers ! I recall the time when we uttered this name with equal indifference and apathy . Mabel superintended the preparation of two apart- ments for him , more intent upon the fulfil- ment of her functions as mistress of ...
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The Ladies of Lovel-Leigh. by the Author of 'Margaret and Her Bridgesmaids' Julia Cecilia Stretton No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 228 - He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Page 118 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Page 129 - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account ; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
Page 272 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife...
Page 272 - Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art, No language but the language of the heart. By nature honest, by experience wise, Healthy by temperance, and by exercise; His life, though long, to sickness past unknown, His death was instant, and without a groan.
Page 239 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Page 205 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters ; — To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 41 - Who bears upon his baby brow the round And top of sovereignty." Look at me with thy large brown eyes, Philip my king, Round whom the enshadowing purple lies Of babyhood's royal dignities: Lay on my neck thy tiny hand With love's invisible sceptre laden; I am thine Esther to command Till thou shalt find a queen-handmaiden Philip my king.
Page 106 - The Old Man, noting this, resumed, and said, " My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Page 283 - For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heaven and earth : And oft, though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems...