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... Church , with its stained - glass windows , free seats , walls spotless as a whited sepulchre , elegant altar , and carved - oak pulpit . Weedoncliffe had the reputation of being ' a very High - Church place ; ' and 38 THE ORIGINAL .
... Church , with its stained - glass windows , free seats , walls spotless as a whited sepulchre , elegant altar , and carved - oak pulpit . Weedoncliffe had the reputation of being ' a very High - Church place ; ' and 38 THE ORIGINAL .
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... seat , for it is the only pew in the church . Her ladyship told the rector , if she didn't have a pew built as she wished , she would have service in her own private chapel at Coombe Royal . The rector , after a bit , consented ; for he ...
... seat , for it is the only pew in the church . Her ladyship told the rector , if she didn't have a pew built as she wished , she would have service in her own private chapel at Coombe Royal . The rector , after a bit , consented ; for he ...
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... seat on the bench , he had heard judges , with all the solem- nity and austerity of their grave office , de- liver to some poor devil of a prisoner , whose only home since his illegitimate birth had been the prison cells , a highly ...
... seat on the bench , he had heard judges , with all the solem- nity and austerity of their grave office , de- liver to some poor devil of a prisoner , whose only home since his illegitimate birth had been the prison cells , a highly ...
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... seat , and a smile of bitter revenge lighting up his face . ' Well , then , I have nothing more to say or do - till we meet . ' And he laid a pecu- liar emphasis on the last sentence . The next moment he was gone . The following ...
... seat , and a smile of bitter revenge lighting up his face . ' Well , then , I have nothing more to say or do - till we meet . ' And he laid a pecu- liar emphasis on the last sentence . The next moment he was gone . The following ...
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... a rustic garden bench , one of his white profusely - ringed hands clasped around the back bar of the seat , whilst the other was beating time to what he said in earnest gesticulation . All that I could per- ceive of WALLS HAVE EARS . 187.
... a rustic garden bench , one of his white profusely - ringed hands clasped around the back bar of the seat , whilst the other was beating time to what he said in earnest gesticulation . All that I could per- ceive of WALLS HAVE EARS . 187.
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Page 14 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 168 - I chide the world-without-end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu: Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where you may be , or your affairs suppose...
Page 134 - O Friend! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our Life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom!— We must run glittering like a Brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest: The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore: Plain living and high thinking...
Page 231 - White as the sun, fair as the lily, Heigh ho, how I do love thee ! I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams ; How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets encloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee ! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power ; For dead, thy breath to life might move me.
Page 231 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Page 134 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause...
Page 39 - I the dawn used to admire, And praised the coming day, I little thought the rising fire Would take my rest away. Your charms in harmless childhood lay Like metals in a mine; Age from no face takes more away Than youth conceal'd in thine. But as your charms insensibly To their perfection prest, So love as unperceived did fly, And center'd in my breast.
Page 70 - Absence, hear thou my protestation Against thy strength, Distance, and length; Do what thou canst for alteration, For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join, and time doth settle. Who loves a mistress of such quality, He soon hath found Affection's ground Beyond time, place, and all mortality.