Hesitation, Or, To Marry, Or Not to Marry?, Volume 2W. B. Gilley, 1819 - English fiction |
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... separated . CHAP . VIII . Fie , wrangling queen , Whom every thing becomes - to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whose every passion fully strives To make itself in thee fair and admir'd . t Diruit , edificat , mutat quadrata rotundis ...
... separated . CHAP . VIII . Fie , wrangling queen , Whom every thing becomes - to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whose every passion fully strives To make itself in thee fair and admir'd . t Diruit , edificat , mutat quadrata rotundis ...
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... separating early , Lord Montague rejoined Grosvenor . 66 My dear lord , " said the latter , on his en- tering , " once again I hail you as my indefati- gable monitor , -my guardian angel . What do I not owe you ? or how shall I convince ...
... separating early , Lord Montague rejoined Grosvenor . 66 My dear lord , " said the latter , on his en- tering , " once again I hail you as my indefati- gable monitor , -my guardian angel . What do I not owe you ? or how shall I convince ...
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... separation from him . Na- poleon must take me for it ! Your lordship can- not conceive the pain of separation to two beings , who are wedded by every tie , human and divine : -- you have not the deprivation of the society of a wife to ...
... separation from him . Na- poleon must take me for it ! Your lordship can- not conceive the pain of separation to two beings , who are wedded by every tie , human and divine : -- you have not the deprivation of the society of a wife to ...
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... of the wind - to bring the scenes of native valleys and native hills before our eyes . With these , the idea of the friends from whom we are separated na- turally associates itself ; and Miss Argyle has , must HOURS OF HESITATION . 105.
... of the wind - to bring the scenes of native valleys and native hills before our eyes . With these , the idea of the friends from whom we are separated na- turally associates itself ; and Miss Argyle has , must HOURS OF HESITATION . 105.
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... separated us at Bath . I am not going to apologise in any manner - least of all , to you for the pride which dictated my refusal of you at that place . Grosvenor , you condescended to imposture ; and though it deprived you of your ...
... separated us at Bath . I am not going to apologise in any manner - least of all , to you for the pride which dictated my refusal of you at that place . Grosvenor , you condescended to imposture ; and though it deprived you of your ...
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admire adoration affected agitation agony Anne de Burgh appeared assure beauty believe Bishop bliss bloom breathed CHAP character Chateau-vieux continually conviction countenance Countess cypher dæmon dandy dare dear dear Jane Deist delightful Duke Earl of Montague elevate engaged exclaimed existence favour fear feeling Flash friendship gaze gentleman Grace Grosvenor hand happiness heart heaven honour hope idea imagine instant Isadora Lady Anne Lady Augusta Lady Clervaux Lady Jane Lorn ladyship laugh learned friend letter looked Lord Montague Lord Percival Lorn lordship madam married melancholy ment mind misery Miss Argyle Monsieur Montague's morning Nabob Napoleon nature ness never object observed once passion perhaps pity pleasure present racter rapture received render replied Salvator Rosa scarcely scene sentiment sighed Sir Thomas Clervaux smile soul suffer suppose Surrey tague talents thing thou tion triumph turally voice whilst woman
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Page 216 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Page 192 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings...
Page 172 - Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 192 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Page 3 - The naked negro, panting at the Line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Page 3 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 250 - Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, The soul should find enjoyment : but from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all the ascent of things enlarge her view...
Page 99 - There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the. lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
Page 60 - Between th' extremes the daring vessel flies ; With boundless involution, bursting o'er The marble cliffs, loud dashing surges roar ; Hoarse thro' each winding creek the tempest raves, And hollow rocks repeat the groan of waves. Destruction round th...
Page 241 - For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all the forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.