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... Herbert Sedley , who thus fondled this sweet little girl , had never felt as a child ; there was ever a strange mournfulness in his view of things from his earliest years . Every now and then his eye rested with an expression of ...
... Herbert Sedley , who thus fondled this sweet little girl , had never felt as a child ; there was ever a strange mournfulness in his view of things from his earliest years . Every now and then his eye rested with an expression of ...
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... Herbert Sedley's fine countenance , though he scarce noticed her . Jessy Bentley was not strictly beautiful ; but when she conversed with those she loved , or listened to them , her countenance glowed with a thousand charms . Her dark ...
... Herbert Sedley's fine countenance , though he scarce noticed her . Jessy Bentley was not strictly beautiful ; but when she conversed with those she loved , or listened to them , her countenance glowed with a thousand charms . Her dark ...
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... Herbert Sedley was at this period residing with his mother , and his conduct towards the young mourner was everything that the most refined delicacy and excellent heart could sug- gest ; she seemed his first object : he would read with ...
... Herbert Sedley was at this period residing with his mother , and his conduct towards the young mourner was everything that the most refined delicacy and excellent heart could sug- gest ; she seemed his first object : he would read with ...
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... Herbert would hang over her chair whilst she sang the most beautiful compositions of the Italian and German schools , in a style , and with a deep , earnest expression that would have fully realized the conceptions of the gifted authors ...
... Herbert would hang over her chair whilst she sang the most beautiful compositions of the Italian and German schools , in a style , and with a deep , earnest expression that would have fully realized the conceptions of the gifted authors ...
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... Herbert Sedley became devoted to another ; he had never felt more than a brother's affection for the hapless Jessy , and she had construed his kind attentions into fervent love . Her rival was so surpassingly lovely , accom- plished ...
... Herbert Sedley became devoted to another ; he had never felt more than a brother's affection for the hapless Jessy , and she had construed his kind attentions into fervent love . Her rival was so surpassingly lovely , accom- plished ...
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admiration affection agony Annesly Antonio appearance arms beautiful beloved Bently bewitching blessed bosom bright bright eyes calm carriage Catherine Brand Cellini charm cheek cheerful Chiara cold contemplated cottage countenance creature dark daughter dear death deep delight Derby dreams emotion expression eyes face fair father fearful feelings felt Florence gazed Genoa gentle George Dallas Geraldine girl glance Grantly grief hand happiness heart heaven Henry Emmerson hope hour husband Jessy Jessy's John Lady Sedley length lips listened look Louisa Malès manner melan mind morning mother nature ness never night noble passed peace poor prayed racter returned scarce scene Sedley's sight silence Sir Edward St Sir Herbert Sedley smile soft soon soothing sorrow soul spirit stood strove suddenly sweet tears tenderness Teresa THOMAS CURSON HANSARD thought tion told tones turned uncon unhappy voice whilst wife woman words young youth
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91 psl. - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
226 psl. - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
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200 psl. - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...