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... admiration for the new world opening before him ? -to whom could he communicate the flow of original and beautiful thoughts with which they inspired him ? Alas ! none sought him or coveted his sympathy ; no eye looked sad if his frame ...
... admiration for the new world opening before him ? -to whom could he communicate the flow of original and beautiful thoughts with which they inspired him ? Alas ! none sought him or coveted his sympathy ; no eye looked sad if his frame ...
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... admiration of Antonio was enthusiastic , they soon became constant companions , and in all drives or walks , the widow ( Mrs. Carleton ) and her son accompanied Antonio and his wife . But the weather , which had been unvaryingly fine ...
... admiration of Antonio was enthusiastic , they soon became constant companions , and in all drives or walks , the widow ( Mrs. Carleton ) and her son accompanied Antonio and his wife . But the weather , which had been unvaryingly fine ...
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... admired in her maiden days , and his dark , earnest eyes rested fondly on her pallid counte- nance . The low and melodious tones of his voice soothed her weary spirit , she laid her head on his shoulder , and soon a refreshing and deep ...
... admired in her maiden days , and his dark , earnest eyes rested fondly on her pallid counte- nance . The low and melodious tones of his voice soothed her weary spirit , she laid her head on his shoulder , and soon a refreshing and deep ...
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... admiration , and the eagerness of his delight , were almost too much for his strength . It was to witness the happiness they had be- stowed , that Geraldine and her husband now sought the cottage of Dame Bartlett ; and when they entered ...
... admiration , and the eagerness of his delight , were almost too much for his strength . It was to witness the happiness they had be- stowed , that Geraldine and her husband now sought the cottage of Dame Bartlett ; and when they entered ...
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... admiration and surprise depicted in the eyes of a stranger , who had been watching the little scene in silence . His look recalled to her mind that she was no longer in the retired country , where all her actions were unrestrained ; but ...
... admiration and surprise depicted in the eyes of a stranger , who had been watching the little scene in silence . His look recalled to her mind that she was no longer in the retired country , where all her actions were unrestrained ; but ...
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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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278 psl. - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
265 psl. - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
182 psl. - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
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147 psl. - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
19 psl. - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
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.
182 psl. - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
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...