Emilia Wyndham, Volume 2H. Colburn, 1846 |
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... I am afraid , my dear enthusiast , " continued she , looking fondly at her daugh- ter's upturned face . They were sitting upon the terrace ; the mother upon B 2 EMILIA WYNDHAM . 3 Or, when the moon is riding high, ...
... I am afraid , my dear enthusiast , " continued she , looking fondly at her daugh- ter's upturned face . They were sitting upon the terrace ; the mother upon B 2 EMILIA WYNDHAM . 3 Or, when the moon is riding high, ...
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... face to face had tasted of all its actual priva- tions , sufferings , horrors and humanities , of its heroism , and of its terrors , military men . really were a race apart , schooled in a world peculiar to themselves , which gave ...
... face to face had tasted of all its actual priva- tions , sufferings , horrors and humanities , of its heroism , and of its terrors , military men . really were a race apart , schooled in a world peculiar to themselves , which gave ...
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... face . The man of business even sighed , as he said , " This is , indeed , a very different sort of existence . It is very beautiful . " " We are very fond of this window , " said Mrs. Wyndham ; " it opens to the ground , and gives us ...
... face . The man of business even sighed , as he said , " This is , indeed , a very different sort of existence . It is very beautiful . " " We are very fond of this window , " said Mrs. Wyndham ; " it opens to the ground , and gives us ...
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Anne Marsh-Caldwell. most anti - poetic being on the face of the earth , and cherished the most supreme and sovereign contempt for all of the imaginative tribe . The only bad feature in Mr. Danby's character was his incurable suspicion ...
Anne Marsh-Caldwell. most anti - poetic being on the face of the earth , and cherished the most supreme and sovereign contempt for all of the imaginative tribe . The only bad feature in Mr. Danby's character was his incurable suspicion ...
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... face was crimsoned with a deep blush , as she bent down her head , and said in a low voice- " Not so he will never forsake me because I am poor . " The mother smothered a sigh . She would have given the universe to have shared upon this ...
... face was crimsoned with a deep blush , as she bent down her head , and said in a low voice- " Not so he will never forsake me because I am poor . " The mother smothered a sigh . She would have given the universe to have shared upon this ...
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arms beautiful began believe better Biggs Brussels lace carriage chair chambers Chancery Lane charming child Colonel Lenox colour countenance creature cried Danby Danby's daugh daughter dear dinner door dress Emilia endeavouring eyes face father father's affairs feelings felt hand happy head heart honour hope hour husband idea indulge Kensington Gardens kissed knew Lisa look mamma manner maskerade matter mind miserable Miss Wyndham morning mother MOUNT SOREL muslin never night Oaks once pale passion perhaps pleasure poor portmanteau pretty racter rapture Rile rising fast rose round RUPERT STREET scene seemed silence Simpson Sir Herbert sitting smile soon sort speak spirit stairs stood sure Susan sweet talk tears tell temper tender things thought tion tone truth turned uncle unhappy usual voice walked wife Wilcox wish word young lady
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Página 226 - Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
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