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... appeared . It was as a dramatist and humourist that he was best known ; but it was the pro- ductions of his more serious moods which exhibited his best powers , whilst they showed his earnest sympathy with all who struggled and hoped ...
... appeared . It was as a dramatist and humourist that he was best known ; but it was the pro- ductions of his more serious moods which exhibited his best powers , whilst they showed his earnest sympathy with all who struggled and hoped ...
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... appearance of the warehouse , being of superior form and workmanship . Madame Coralie recognized Scheck Stalman ; but oh , how altered in ap- pearance ! instead of the bustling , well - fed , rich , supercilious cordonnier , who once ...
... appearance of the warehouse , being of superior form and workmanship . Madame Coralie recognized Scheck Stalman ; but oh , how altered in ap- pearance ! instead of the bustling , well - fed , rich , supercilious cordonnier , who once ...
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... appeared in the Park on his famous horse , and told everybody his own version of the affair . His daughter Edith had married her cousin Dick abroad , and her mother had gone over to see her . The bride and bridegroom were staying with ...
... appeared in the Park on his famous horse , and told everybody his own version of the affair . His daughter Edith had married her cousin Dick abroad , and her mother had gone over to see her . The bride and bridegroom were staying with ...
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... appeared now for the first time on the countenance of the countess . " My dear friend , " said Herr von Welt to her in the morning , " you torment yourself with doubts , and it remains in your own power to put an end to them . " " How ...
... appeared now for the first time on the countenance of the countess . " My dear friend , " said Herr von Welt to her in the morning , " you torment yourself with doubts , and it remains in your own power to put an end to them . " " How ...
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... appeared to complain of my presence . Then the interest with which they spoke of each other ! No , my love , we see each other — we talk to each other , but believe me , on my word they are not married . " 66 ' But , " said the countess ...
... appeared to complain of my presence . Then the interest with which they spoke of each other ! No , my love , we see each other — we talk to each other , but believe me , on my word they are not married . " 66 ' But , " said the countess ...
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Ackbar arms asked beautiful bell blessing Boufflers Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Chemung County Compton Coralie countess cried d'Aurilliac dark daughter dear death door duke earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel gaze Ginx's Baby girl give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband Jan Dirk Peereboom king Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage married Menippus mind morning mother nature never night o'er once PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John smile soon soul speak Stalman stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice Walter Manny Warrington Welt wife woman word young Zerinda
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Page 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Page 370 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
Page 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Page 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
Page 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...