The Heiress of HaddonC.F. Wardley, 1889 - 198 pages |
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... laughed . 66 What , " he exclaimed ; " I must have more than that for my bruises alone . " " Thou art insolent ; that is all I shall give thee : take it or leave it and get thee gone . Thy word would never weigh against mine ...
... laughed . 66 What , " he exclaimed ; " I must have more than that for my bruises alone . " " Thou art insolent ; that is all I shall give thee : take it or leave it and get thee gone . Thy word would never weigh against mine ...
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... laughed louder and louder as he watched the frantic efforts of his friend . " Don't let me die , " pleaded poor De Lacy . " Don't let me die like a dog . Oh , dear , I'm going , I'm going ! Blessed Virgin help me , save me ! " and the ...
... laughed louder and louder as he watched the frantic efforts of his friend . " Don't let me die , " pleaded poor De Lacy . " Don't let me die like a dog . Oh , dear , I'm going , I'm going ! Blessed Virgin help me , save me ! " and the ...
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... bow to our will , anyway , " replied Lady Vernon , " but I think she has another suitor . We must think the matter well over ere we settle anything . " " Another suitor , " laughed the baron ; why THE HEIRESS OF HADDON . 8833333.
... bow to our will , anyway , " replied Lady Vernon , " but I think she has another suitor . We must think the matter well over ere we settle anything . " " Another suitor , " laughed the baron ; why THE HEIRESS OF HADDON . 8833333.
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William Elliott Doubleday. " Another suitor , " laughed the baron ; why there are scores of them . " 66 Ah , you see , Sir Henry , the baron has not the quick , discerning eye of a mother - or a lover either , " she added shyly . " Bless ...
William Elliott Doubleday. " Another suitor , " laughed the baron ; why there are scores of them . " 66 Ah , you see , Sir Henry , the baron has not the quick , discerning eye of a mother - or a lover either , " she added shyly . " Bless ...
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... laughed the maid . " Hush ! Sir Henry is talking . How excited he is . Listen . " " I humbly crave his pardon then , fair lady , when shall I learn what fate you have in store for me ? " 66 ' Not till after the tournament at least ...
... laughed the maid . " Hush ! Sir Henry is talking . How excited he is . Listen . " " I humbly crave his pardon then , fair lady , when shall I learn what fate you have in store for me ? " 66 ' Not till after the tournament at least ...
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Page 186 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! — "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 96 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view. From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 54 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Page 61 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy! Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But, och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Page 191 - And in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy ; but at the bridal feast When all sat down, the bride was wanting there, Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried " "Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.
Page 3 - When two are stripped, long ere the course begin We wish that one should lose, the other win. And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Page 191 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory -tooth imprinted on his finger.
Page 101 - COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest: Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest.
Page 73 - SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE. A FACE that should content me wondrous well, Should not be fair, but lovely to behold ; Of lively look, all grief for to repel ; With right good grace, so would I that it should Speak without word, such words as none can tell...
Page 113 - Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite. Yet even now it is good to think, While my few poor varlets grumble and drink In my desolate hall, where the fires sink,— Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.