Lady Granard's nieces [by J.V. Pinkney]. |
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affection anger answered Elfine asked aunt beautiful bosom bright bright eyes brother brow Captain Lennox Charles Lennox cheek climate of India Colonel colour Comte continued Coralie countenance cousin dark eyes dear death deeply Dijon Edward Harolde Effingham Elfine Harolde Elfine's England Everard exclaimed expression feeling felt forgive gazed gentle grief guilt hand happiness hastily heard heart Heaven hope husband India knew Lady Colnebrook Lady Granard last rites laugh length lips listen live look LORD BYRON Madame de Lallane Marie marriage marry ment mind Miss Harolde Miss Lennox morning murmured never niece once PANSLAVISM passed passion pride racter replied seemed sigh silence Sir Francis smile sorrow speak spirit spoke strove tale tears tell thee thou thought tion told tone Tremouille truth turned uncle uttered Villeblanche voice walk wife wish woman words
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Page 68 - ... this ! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Page 312 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ! One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Page 191 - ADIEU, adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild seamew. Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good Night...
Page 150 - I am content to die — but, oh ! not now !" The spring is come again — the joyful spring ! Again the banks with clustering flowers are spread; The wild bird dips upon its wanton wing — The child of earth is numbered with the dead ! "Thee never more the sunshine shall awake, Beaming all redly through the lattice pane ; The steps of friends thy slumbers may not break, Nor fond familiar voice arouse again!
Page 25 - Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.
Page 25 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others...
Page 257 - I'd found the friend my heart had sought! I fondly thought, that thou couldst pierce the guise, And read the truth that in my bosom lies; I fondly thought, ere Time's last days were gone, Thy heart and mine had mingled into one! Yes—and they yet will mingle. Days and years Will fly, and leave us partners in our tears : We then shall feel that friendship has a power To soothe affliction in her darkest hour; Time's trial o'er, shall clasp each other's hand, And wait the passport to a better land....
Page 329 - A thorough, racy, English novel — as pure a specimen of domestic life in this country as * Jane Eyre,' as vivid an as telling in its portraiture of character as ' Wutherin id portraiture of character as
Page 257 - Tis magnanimity to hide the wound! When all was new, and life was in its spring, 1 lived an unloved solitary thing ; Even then I learnt to bury deep from day, The piercing cares that wore my youth away^ Even then I learnt for others...
Page 11 - II faut rire avant que d'etre heureux, de peur de mourir sans avoir ri.