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Poet. tering angel in the form of woman , and the sick and aged poor hailed her return amongst them with heartfelt blessings . One morning as Antonio Cellini was sitting listlessly in his room , allowing his thoughts to wander into ...
Poet. tering angel in the form of woman , and the sick and aged poor hailed her return amongst them with heartfelt blessings . One morning as Antonio Cellini was sitting listlessly in his room , allowing his thoughts to wander into ...
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... woman require in a husband ? -as to genius and mind and all that sort of thing it was very well for those who had their bread to earn by it , but it would be quite superfluous , and even unbecoming , in a high - born damsel or matron ...
... woman require in a husband ? -as to genius and mind and all that sort of thing it was very well for those who had their bread to earn by it , but it would be quite superfluous , and even unbecoming , in a high - born damsel or matron ...
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... mixed nature . An old woman , who had nursed Geraldine , and who still attended her with unceasing affec- tion , was her sole confidant on this important occasion , and if her prayers could have ensured her 64 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... mixed nature . An old woman , who had nursed Geraldine , and who still attended her with unceasing affec- tion , was her sole confidant on this important occasion , and if her prayers could have ensured her 64 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
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... woman . The curate of intellect and fervent piety ; was a man of high his society had been of incalculable benefit to Geraldine , and his sermons from the pulpit had strengthened and gladdened her heart . He had known affliction , and ...
... woman . The curate of intellect and fervent piety ; was a man of high his society had been of incalculable benefit to Geraldine , and his sermons from the pulpit had strengthened and gladdened her heart . He had known affliction , and ...
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... woman and her son . The woman , Dame Bartlett , was generally respected and beloved by her neighbours , and had brought up her boy as well as was possible , considering 108 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... woman and her son . The woman , Dame Bartlett , was generally respected and beloved by her neighbours , and had brought up her boy as well as was possible , considering 108 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
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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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