The Disowned, Volume 1J. & B. Williams, 1839 |
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Page 72
... Clarence Linden , you understand ! " - " What a pretty name ! " thought the landlady's daugh- ter , who was listening at the key - hole ; " but how could he admire that odious cap of ma's ! " “ And , now , landlady , I wish you would ...
... Clarence Linden , you understand ! " - " What a pretty name ! " thought the landlady's daugh- ter , who was listening at the key - hole ; " but how could he admire that odious cap of ma's ! " “ And , now , landlady , I wish you would ...
Page 79
... Clarence had now reached the porch , and the sound of the shrill bell he touched rung with a strange note through the general stillness of the place . A single servant ap- peared , and ushered Clarence through a screen hall of stone ...
... Clarence had now reached the porch , and the sound of the shrill bell he touched rung with a strange note through the general stillness of the place . A single servant ap- peared , and ushered Clarence through a screen hall of stone ...
Page 80
... Clarence had before learnt from the communicative gossip of his landlady ; and , less desirous to satisfy his curiosity than to lead the conversation from a topic which he felt must be so unwelcome to Mordaunt , he expressed a wish to ...
... Clarence had before learnt from the communicative gossip of his landlady ; and , less desirous to satisfy his curiosity than to lead the conversation from a topic which he felt must be so unwelcome to Mordaunt , he expressed a wish to ...
Page 81
... Clarence glanced from these relics to the figure of Mordaunt , who stood at a little distance leaning against the window , with arms folded on his breast , and with eyes abstractedly wandering over the noble woods and extended park ...
... Clarence glanced from these relics to the figure of Mordaunt , who stood at a little distance leaning against the window , with arms folded on his breast , and with eyes abstractedly wandering over the noble woods and extended park ...
Page 82
... Clarence was silent , and Mordaunt , after a brief pause , once more resumed his guidance . Their tour ended in a large library filled with books , and this , Mordaunt informed his guest , was his chosen and ordinary room . An old ...
... Clarence was silent , and Mordaunt , after a brief pause , once more resumed his guidance . Their tour ended in a large library filled with books , and this , Mordaunt informed his guest , was his chosen and ordinary room . An old ...
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Page 46 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Page 217 - That neither our thoughts, nor passions, nor ideas formed by the imagination, exist without the mind is what everybody will allow. And to me it seems no less evident that the various sensations or ideas imprinted on the Sense, however blended or combined together (that is, whatever objects they compose), cannot exist otherwise than in a mind perceiving them.
Page 152 - Ah ! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care ; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, It may bring to thee.
Page 83 - Believe me, the providence of God has established such an order in the world, that of all which belongs to us the least valuable parts can alone fall under the will of others. Whatever is best is safest ; lies out of the reach of human power ; can neither be given nor taken away. Such is this great and beautiful work of nature, the world. Such is the mind of man, which contemplates and admires the world whereof it makes the noblest part. These are inseparably ours, and as long as we remain in one...
Page 261 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 55 - For gems hid in some forlorn creek: We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass: And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blest silent groves ! Oh may you be For ever Mirth's best nursery!
Page 309 - ... which our nature is heir to. Thus engaged, whatever be our errors, there will be nobility, not weakness, in our remorse ; whatever our failure, virtue, not selfishness, in our regret ; and, in success, vanity itself will become holy and triumph eternal.
Page 260 - which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays," we turn to thy deeper and more secret haunts. Thy wilderness is all before us — where to choose our place of rest; and to our eyes, thy hidden recesses are revealed. The clock of St. Paul's had tolled the second hour of morning. Within a small and humble apartment in the very heart of the city, there sat a writer, whose lucubrations, then obscure and unknown, were destined, years afterwards, to excite the vague...
Page 46 - It was in some such mood, and perhaps under one of those very trees before me, which threw their broad shades over the grassy banks and quivering waters of the Avon, that the poet's fancy may have...
Page 138 - YE shepherds, give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep; They have nothing to do but to stray ; I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do...