The English Fireside: A Tale of the Past, Volume 2Saunders and Otley, 1844 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 16
Page 12
... blood frozen in its course . And with fear ? With the fear that all men should have , with the love of warm life throbbing at their hearts , and not lost to its value . Not one but should prize the current of his being ! Few , very few ...
... blood frozen in its course . And with fear ? With the fear that all men should have , with the love of warm life throbbing at their hearts , and not lost to its value . Not one but should prize the current of his being ! Few , very few ...
Page 21
... ; while Grace leant on her supported hand , and was musing on that which she dared not to have whis- pered to herself , and yet her heart throbbed quick at the thought , and the warm blood gushed THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE . 21.
... ; while Grace leant on her supported hand , and was musing on that which she dared not to have whis- pered to herself , and yet her heart throbbed quick at the thought , and the warm blood gushed THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE . 21.
Page 22
... blood gushed to her cheek when , as she raised her eyes from the ground , she met the steady , unflinching , passionate gaze of Ned Swiftfoot . He , too , was somewhat discomposed at this meeting of their respective glances ; for ...
... blood gushed to her cheek when , as she raised her eyes from the ground , she met the steady , unflinching , passionate gaze of Ned Swiftfoot . He , too , was somewhat discomposed at this meeting of their respective glances ; for ...
Page 29
... blood ; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree : such a hare is madness the youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good council the cripple . " 66 " O YES ! " exclaimed Squire Merton , lying upon the flat of his back at full length on a ...
... blood ; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree : such a hare is madness the youth , to skip o'er the meshes of good council the cripple . " 66 " O YES ! " exclaimed Squire Merton , lying upon the flat of his back at full length on a ...
Page 34
... I found a rascally surgeon counting my pulse , with a smile on his pasty face , as if he liked the job , and a gash in my right arm , freely distilling crimson blood . " How do you feel , my dear sir ? 34 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
... I found a rascally surgeon counting my pulse , with a smile on his pasty face , as if he liked the job , and a gash in my right arm , freely distilling crimson blood . " How do you feel , my dear sir ? 34 THE ENGLISH FIRESIDE .
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
arms asked Bamfield Carew beau ideal black spade blacksmith Brainshaw burst catcher cell cheek clasping companion continued dear boy ejaculated Ellen endeavouring escape exclaimed aunt Deborah eyes father fear feel fingers gaoler gipsies give head hear heard heart hope Jack Slimmer king laughing lips listen looking Macrone majesty Master Kidlywink Ned Swiftfoot Ned's mother never observed old Soaker poor Mary port wine pray quickly rejoined Blanch rejoined Grace rejoined Mr Fulton rejoined the prisoner remarked repeated replied aunt Deborah replied Blanch replied Carew replied Charles replied Grace replied Mr Fulton replied Ned replied the ratcatcher returned Blanch returned Grace returned Mr Fulton returned the ratcatcher Ringwood Robert Fulton round scarcely seemed silent tongue Soaking Bob speak squire stood stranger strong Swiftfoot thought tinued Tom Brainshaw tone tongue truth turning vicar vicarage voice whisper words
Popular passages
Page 27 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 257 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 180 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 128 - Men will wrangle for religion; write for it, fight for it; die for it; anything but live for it.
Page 160 - Kidlywink's progress in his work, the ratcatcher rose softly from his seat, and, unobserved, crept towards a heap of old iron in a dark corner of the shop.