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Like a frantic creature she ran screaming for help which she knew would be vain ,
and wringing her hands in agony . ... rose ; Charles Carleton with superhuman
strength reached the centre of the bridge and stretched forth his hand to the boy ...
Like a frantic creature she ran screaming for help which she knew would be vain ,
and wringing her hands in agony . ... rose ; Charles Carleton with superhuman
strength reached the centre of the bridge and stretched forth his hand to the boy ...
Page 111
Suddenly seizing her hand , he exclaimed , “ Oh , dear Eliza , what is all that to
me ? your sweet face is the only thing I long to see . " Startled by his fervent
manner , Eliza attempted to withdraw her hand , but George ' s heart was full ,
and his ...
Suddenly seizing her hand , he exclaimed , “ Oh , dear Eliza , what is all that to
me ? your sweet face is the only thing I long to see . " Startled by his fervent
manner , Eliza attempted to withdraw her hand , but George ' s heart was full ,
and his ...
Page 112
Mr . Norris was a kind , good man , and although he could not consent to bestow
his daughter on a person totally unable to support her , still his heart bled for poor
George ; and taking his hand kindly , he said to him , “ George Bartlett , you are ...
Mr . Norris was a kind , good man , and although he could not consent to bestow
his daughter on a person totally unable to support her , still his heart bled for poor
George ; and taking his hand kindly , he said to him , “ George Bartlett , you are ...
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her hands from Mrs . Alexander ' s , she flew up stairs , and shortly returned with
the miniature of her grandmother , and the lines written on it by her own mother .
Without speaking , she placed them in Mrs . Alexander ' s hands , who after ...
her hands from Mrs . Alexander ' s , she flew up stairs , and shortly returned with
the miniature of her grandmother , and the lines written on it by her own mother .
Without speaking , she placed them in Mrs . Alexander ' s hands , who after ...
Page 250
A gypsey had stationed herself near Teresa , and was teazing her to show her
hand . With all the cunning of her race she had observed that although Miss
Beverly engrossed all Sedley ' s conversation , yet his glances were frequently
directed ...
A gypsey had stationed herself near Teresa , and was teazing her to show her
hand . With all the cunning of her race she had observed that although Miss
Beverly engrossed all Sedley ' s conversation , yet his glances were frequently
directed ...
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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 259 - 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 256 - 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...