Penruddock, by the author of 'Waltzburg'.1835 |
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... sure there were some hundreds yesterday peeping and prying as if we were wild beasts . I am not quite certain that their impertinent curiosity may not have the effect of turning me into some outlandish monster , ready to fly at and bite ...
... sure there were some hundreds yesterday peeping and prying as if we were wild beasts . I am not quite certain that their impertinent curiosity may not have the effect of turning me into some outlandish monster , ready to fly at and bite ...
Page 79
... sure I do , my dear . There was the Earl of Corfe , and Baron Westmond - they were gay and gallant nobles ; then there was Squire Delaval - he was a merry gentleman ; and Sir Martin Pelham , -I cannot tell you how many I have seen ...
... sure I do , my dear . There was the Earl of Corfe , and Baron Westmond - they were gay and gallant nobles ; then there was Squire Delaval - he was a merry gentleman ; and Sir Martin Pelham , -I cannot tell you how many I have seen ...
Page 83
... you not finish his name ? " " I am sure I cannot tell what made me mention that name : it is only your imagination which has created this scene . " " But you have given my imagination a local habitation PENRUDDOCK . 83.
... you not finish his name ? " " I am sure I cannot tell what made me mention that name : it is only your imagination which has created this scene . " " But you have given my imagination a local habitation PENRUDDOCK . 83.
Page 84
... sure you were the person who knelt down and kissed the hand of my beautiful mother , as she reposed on a couch ; and it was in my fairy room , with the large window opening to the garden , and you pressed me to your heart and cried ...
... sure you were the person who knelt down and kissed the hand of my beautiful mother , as she reposed on a couch ; and it was in my fairy room , with the large window opening to the garden , and you pressed me to your heart and cried ...
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... sure- 66 Hush , hush , dear Weston , don't fib ; you know every thing relating to both my father and mother : I only know , by what I read , that husbands do not usually mourn so long and so sorrowfully . I do not ever recollect seeing ...
... sure- 66 Hush , hush , dear Weston , don't fib ; you know every thing relating to both my father and mother : I only know , by what I read , that husbands do not usually mourn so long and so sorrowfully . I do not ever recollect seeing ...
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Page 219 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Page 57 - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Page 103 - 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 flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 48 - To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel. My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
Page 99 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 32 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Page 13 - As nothing did we die; but life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste...
Page 136 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Page 120 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Page 69 - Boon nature scattered, free and wild, Each plant or flower, the mountain's child. Here eglantine embalmed the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale and violet flower Found in each cliff a narrow bower...