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The Mysterious Marriage, Or, the Will of My Father Catherine George [Mason] No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 161 - THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain, "Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene!
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Page 200 - The work before us abounds with interesting situations, and is rich in those subjects to which the author seems now chiefly to devote his attention, in the depicting of ancient manners, and bringing out the character of his personages with all the quaint and graphic touches of antiquity.
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Page 148 - When the dew wets its leaves; unstain'd and pure, As is the lily, or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers : Or when the mournful tale her mother told, Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once, Thrill'd in her thought, they, like the dewy star Of evening, shone in tears.