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Página 49
... farther inter- course with the party implicated . " " My Lord , " said Gertrude , trying to repress her tears , " I can only repeat what I have alrea- VOL . II . D dy said I am sensible of your goodness - I CHAPTER IV . 49.
... farther inter- course with the party implicated . " " My Lord , " said Gertrude , trying to repress her tears , " I can only repeat what I have alrea- VOL . II . D dy said I am sensible of your goodness - I CHAPTER IV . 49.
Página 50
... you cannot annul the affections of the heart . I am not a slave , to be thus bought and sold ! " exclaim- ed she , giving way to her long - suppressed tears . " Miss St Clair , such language - such senti- 50 THE INHERITANCE .
... you cannot annul the affections of the heart . I am not a slave , to be thus bought and sold ! " exclaim- ed she , giving way to her long - suppressed tears . " Miss St Clair , such language - such senti- 50 THE INHERITANCE .
Página 69
... tears , and her emotion , were always ready to bestow ; but when she herself was brought into contact with real ge- nuine human wretchedness , she shrunk with hor- ror and disgust from the encounter . The dirti- ness of the houses , the ...
... tears , and her emotion , were always ready to bestow ; but when she herself was brought into contact with real ge- nuine human wretchedness , she shrunk with hor- ror and disgust from the encounter . The dirti- ness of the houses , the ...
Página 94
... tears , by the determination of rising superior to all the petty artifices that might be practised against her . Breakfast was but just over , when the return of the renegade Babby Braidfoot was formally an- nounced to Miss Pratt , who ...
... tears , by the determination of rising superior to all the petty artifices that might be practised against her . Breakfast was but just over , when the return of the renegade Babby Braidfoot was formally an- nounced to Miss Pratt , who ...
Página 149
... tear of sorrow from my bursting heart ! ' - How uncommonly well that was got up last season at Drury Lane ; you have , of course , been in town , Mem ? " Gertrude replied in the affirmative . " And which of the houses did you give the ...
... tear of sorrow from my bursting heart ! ' - How uncommonly well that was got up last season at Drury Lane ; you have , of course , been in town , Mem ? " Gertrude replied in the affirmative . " And which of the houses did you give the ...
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Adam's affection agitation ANNE BLACK answer Anthony Whyte asked assure burst Cæsar called canna carriage certainly CHAPTER Colonel Delmour colour Countess cousin cried Gertrude daugh daughter dear dinna dinner door doubt Earl Earl's emotion exclaimed express eyes fear feel felt frae Gertrude's give Guy Mannering hand happiness head hear heard hearse heart honour hope instantly Lady Betty Lady Rossville leave length letter Lewiston look Lord Ross Lord Rossville Lord Rossville's Lordship Lyndsay Lyndsay's Major Waddell mama manner Mary Black maun ment mind Miss Black Miss Lilly Miss Pratt Miss St Clair mother nature never oyster person poor present Ramsay repeated replied scarcely seemed servant sigh silent smile soul speak sure taste tears tell ther there's thing thought tion tone trude turned uncle Adam utter voice walk Weel wish words young
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Página 117 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Página 160 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 66 - Jésus-Christ, si on ne trouvait plus de douceur dans le mépris, dans la pauvreté, dans le dénûment et dans le rebut des hommes que dans les délices du péché. Et ainsi, comme dit Tertullien, il ne faut pas croire que la vie des chrétiens soit une vie de tristesse. On ne quitte les plaisirs que pour d'autres plus grands.
Página 149 - I will not leave you long ; For in your shades I deem some spirit dwells, Who from the chiding stream, or groaning oak, Still hears and answers to Matilda's moan.
Página 113 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 352 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 285 - Discourse may want an animated — No — To brush the surface and to make it flow ; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
Página 285 - J'entre en une humeur noire, en un chagrin profond, Quand je vois vivre entre eux les hommes comme ils font; Je ne trouve partout que lâche flatterie, Qu'injustice, intérêt, trahison, fourberie; Je n'y puis plus tenir, j'enrage ; et mon dessein Est de rompre en visière à tout le genre humain PHILINTE.
Página 14 - French horns burst upon our ears, waking the echoes all round; the delightful harmony was repeated from every recess which echo haunted on the borders of the lake. At first, indeed, the surprise was almost too much for Mrs Major, and she became a little hysterical, but she was soon recovered by the Major's tenderness and assurances of safety. Indeed he is, without exception, the most exemplary and devoted husband I ever beheld; still I confess (but that is entre...
Página 241 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.