The Inheritance, Volume 3William Blackwood, Edinburgh: and T. Cadell, London., 1824 - 387 páginas |
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... sure , he has a great deal more toleration than I have . I wish I saw you both better friends— why should it not be so ? " “ Because I am no hypocrite , Gertrude ; and , perhaps , also , because - shall I confess my weak- ness to you ...
... sure , he has a great deal more toleration than I have . I wish I saw you both better friends— why should it not be so ? " “ Because I am no hypocrite , Gertrude ; and , perhaps , also , because - shall I confess my weak- ness to you ...
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... sure , trying to overtake my charge , the Countess there ; but , " turning to Co- lonel Delmour and her , " I could not make you hear me at all , though I had you in sight almost all the way . " At this remark there was a smile on ...
... sure , trying to overtake my charge , the Countess there ; but , " turning to Co- lonel Delmour and her , " I could not make you hear me at all , though I had you in sight almost all the way . " At this remark there was a smile on ...
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... — at length , the woman prevailed over the wife , and the Major was allowed to be- take himself to his dressing - room , while the lady repaired to hers . CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell 14 THE INHERITANCE .
... — at length , the woman prevailed over the wife , and the Major was allowed to be- take himself to his dressing - room , while the lady repaired to hers . CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell 14 THE INHERITANCE .
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Susan Ferrier. CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell , When Music's tones the bosom swell , The scenes of former life return , Ere sunk beneath the morning star , We leftour parent climes afar , Immured in mortal forms to mourn ...
Susan Ferrier. CHAPTER III . Ah ! sure as Hindu legends tell , When Music's tones the bosom swell , The scenes of former life return , Ere sunk beneath the morning star , We leftour parent climes afar , Immured in mortal forms to mourn ...
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... sure , she's not like Lady Ross- ville ; but where will you see the like of her ? such a distinguished - looking creature as she is ; for you see , although she has but that bit myrtle in her hair , that she brought in in her hand from ...
... sure , she's not like Lady Ross- ville ; but where will you see the like of her ? such a distinguished - looking creature as she is ; for you see , although she has but that bit myrtle in her hair , that she brought in in her hand from ...
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Página 343 - DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AiR. — HAYDN.) •' He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." — Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear. How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Página 1 - Twas his own voice — she could not err — Throughout the breathing world's extent There was but one such voice for her, So kind, so soft, so eloquent ! Oh ! sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale, And to some meaner minstrel's lay Open her bosom's glowing veil, * Than Love shall ever doubt a tone, A breath of the beloved one...
Página 138 - ... joined To give your life more harmony. You lived there Secure, and innocent, beloved of all ; Praised for your hospitality, and prayed for : You might be envied ; but malice knew Not where you dwelt. I would not prophesy, But leave to your own apprehension, What may succeed your change. Lady B. You do imagine, No doubt, you have talked wisely, and confuted London past all defence.
Página 358 - ... very humane and learned, but enthusiastic writer. It is an attempt to save the credit of human nature. Without seeking to enter into the dread question of moral responsibility, we may in some degree extenuate, without excusing, the crimes of the persecutors, by ascribing them to virtual insanity. In considering the actions of the mind, it should never be forgotten, that its affections pass into each other like the tints of the rainbow : though we can easily distinguish them when they have assumed...
Página 344 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Página 287 - This law, though custom now diverts the course, As nature's institute, is yet in force ; Uncancell'd, though disused ; and he, whose mind Is virtuous, is alone of noble kind ; Though poor in fortune, of celestial race ; And he commits the crime who calls him base.
Página 179 - This is the state of man : in prosperous fortune A shadow, passing light, throws to the ground Joy's baseless fabric : in adversity Comes malice with a sponge moistened in gall, And wipes each beauteous character away : More than the first this melts my soul to pity.