The Inheritance, Volumen3William Blackwood, Edinburgh: and T. Cadell, London., 1824 - 387 páginas |
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... hand in hand - and ex- aggerated them into vices - and warned you to beware of the profligate , who had lost , I forget how many hundred pounds one night at cards . " 66 No , indeed , he told me nothing of all this— you wrong him - you ...
... hand in hand - and ex- aggerated them into vices - and warned you to beware of the profligate , who had lost , I forget how many hundred pounds one night at cards . " 66 No , indeed , he told me nothing of all this— you wrong him - you ...
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... hands - you know your power , for I have told you what I am - proud , jealous , vin- dictive , perhaps , where you are concerned ; but such as I am you have vowed to be mine - have you not ? " " When I am twenty - one , that is , unless ...
... hands - you know your power , for I have told you what I am - proud , jealous , vin- dictive , perhaps , where you are concerned ; but such as I am you have vowed to be mine - have you not ? " " When I am twenty - one , that is , unless ...
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... hand , which he ever and anon applied to his face , which shone forth like a piece of polished yew . To add to his per- turbation , Miss Pratt , throwing open a window , screeched out to him- " Come away , Major , make haste ; -here's ...
... hand , which he ever and anon applied to his face , which shone forth like a piece of polished yew . To add to his per- turbation , Miss Pratt , throwing open a window , screeched out to him- " Come away , Major , make haste ; -here's ...
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... He , however , received her salutations with tolerable composure ; and , moreover , permitted her to touch his hands , but as for shaking them , that was an effort little short of tearing the limpet from CHAPTER III . 15.
... He , however , received her salutations with tolerable composure ; and , moreover , permitted her to touch his hands , but as for shaking them , that was an effort little short of tearing the limpet from CHAPTER III . 15.
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... hand from the green - house before dinner , how much better her head looks than Mrs Waddell's , with that fine pearl - sprig , that must have cost her many a gold rupee ; -as Anthony Whyte would say , she's really very classical . " " I ...
... hand from the green - house before dinner , how much better her head looks than Mrs Waddell's , with that fine pearl - sprig , that must have cost her many a gold rupee ; -as Anthony Whyte would say , she's really very classical . " " I ...
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agitation agony Anne Anne Black answer Anthony Whyte Augusta beautiful Bloom-Park blush burst called calm carriage CHAPTER cheek Colonel Delmour Countess cousin cried Gertrude cried Lewiston cried Mrs St daugh daughter dear Gertrude dearest Gertrude dreadful dress Duchess emotion exclaimed eyes father fear feelings forgive Gertrude's give hand happy head hear heard heart hope is-I JOHN STARK Lady Charles Lady Ross Lady Rossville Lady Rossville's Ladyship Larkins laudanum leave length letter lips look lover Lynd Lyndsay Lyndsay's Major mama manner Masham Millbank mind Miss Pratt morning mortification mother mour never party passed passion pleasure promise pupillage rose scarcely seemed servant sigh sing smile song soon St Clair St Ives sure taste tears tell ther thing thought tion to-day told tone trude tural turned uncle Adam uncon utter voice vulgar Waddell wife wish
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Página 151 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Página 343 - 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. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes...
Página 59 - ... of her, yet still considered honour, religion, and duty above her, nor ever suffered the intrusion of such a dotage as should blind him from marking her imperfections...
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.