The poet's daughter |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 5
Page 293
One day , Miss Bently led Jessy to a spot not far from H - , and pointed out to her
notice the remains , or rather skeleton , of a farm - house , beautifully situated on
the side of a hill , and whose dreary appearance contrasted strongly with the ...
One day , Miss Bently led Jessy to a spot not far from H - , and pointed out to her
notice the remains , or rather skeleton , of a farm - house , beautifully situated on
the side of a hill , and whose dreary appearance contrasted strongly with the ...
Page 35
accompanied by Sedley and Annesly were riding on horseback , when suddenly
Miss Greenfell ( the name of George ' s future bride ) lost all command of her
horse , and the animal starting forward a few paces began to kick violently , Miss
...
accompanied by Sedley and Annesly were riding on horseback , when suddenly
Miss Greenfell ( the name of George ' s future bride ) lost all command of her
horse , and the animal starting forward a few paces began to kick violently , Miss
...
Page 175
Miss Matilda Williams had been disappointed in her expectation of encountering
Sir Herbert Sedley at a dinner - party ; but the prospect of meeting him at the ball
nearly reconciled her to this . She entered the ball - room leaning languishingly ...
Miss Matilda Williams had been disappointed in her expectation of encountering
Sir Herbert Sedley at a dinner - party ; but the prospect of meeting him at the ball
nearly reconciled her to this . She entered the ball - room leaning languishingly ...
Page 179
n you have travelled so much Sir Herbert , you must doubtless have encountered
that divine being Byron ? " “ No , " replied Sedley , “ I have never been so
fortunate . " “ I pine to meet him , " continued Miss Williams . “ I dote peculiarly on
Lara ...
n you have travelled so much Sir Herbert , you must doubtless have encountered
that divine being Byron ? " “ No , " replied Sedley , “ I have never been so
fortunate . " “ I pine to meet him , " continued Miss Williams . “ I dote peculiarly on
Lara ...
Page 179
Miss Matilda Williams had been disappointed in her expectation of encountering
Sir Herbert Sedley at a dinner - party ; but the prospect of meeting him at the ball
nearly reconciled her to this . She entered the ball - room leaning languishingly ...
Miss Matilda Williams had been disappointed in her expectation of encountering
Sir Herbert Sedley at a dinner - party ; but the prospect of meeting him at the ball
nearly reconciled her to this . She entered the ball - room leaning languishingly ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
admiration affection Antonio appearance approaching arms arrived attention beautiful blessed bosom bright called calm carriage Catherine cause charm cheek Chiara child cold countenance dark daughter dear death deep delight emotion entered expression eyes face fair father fearful feelings fell felt fixed followed gazed gentle Geraldine girl glance grief hand happiness head heard heart Herbert hope hour husband interest Italy Jessy John kind Lady leave length letter light lips listened look manner memory mind moment morning mother nature never night once parents passed peace poor rest returned round scene Sedley Sedley's seemed sight silence Sir Edward smile society soft soon sorrow soul sound spirit stood suddenly sweet tears tenderness Teresa thing thought tion told turned voice watched whole wife wished woman young youth
Popular passages
Page 280 - 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!
Page 261 - 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...
Page 184 - 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.
Page 258 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 149 - 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...
Page 21 - 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.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 228 - 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.
Page 184 - 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?
Page 202 - 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...