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Page 13
... fire don't warm me , " said he , lighting his pipe and settling himself in the chimney corner . " I'll take your word for her having scared you . There's few as couldn't do that easy enough . " Matthew's hand went instinctively into his ...
... fire don't warm me , " said he , lighting his pipe and settling himself in the chimney corner . " I'll take your word for her having scared you . There's few as couldn't do that easy enough . " Matthew's hand went instinctively into his ...
Page 47
... fire her hand unconsciously wandered towards the bars ; in another moment the poor flower would have been withered , the heat would have scorched it . " Oh ! don't burn it , Miss Neville , please don't , " exclaimed Fanny . “ It isn't ...
... fire her hand unconsciously wandered towards the bars ; in another moment the poor flower would have been withered , the heat would have scorched it . " Oh ! don't burn it , Miss Neville , please don't , " exclaimed Fanny . “ It isn't ...
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... fire ; so she crept softly away without disturbing either . In the hall , to her astonishment , she met Charles , impatiently awaiting her , cloaked and booted for his cold ride . " Well , what success ? " asked he . " How ridiculous ...
... fire ; so she crept softly away without disturbing either . In the hall , to her astonishment , she met Charles , impatiently awaiting her , cloaked and booted for his cold ride . " Well , what success ? " asked he . " How ridiculous ...
Page 70
... and rested on the edge of the fender ; the fire burnt clear and bright , and lent a slight glow to her cheeks , which were generally pale . She looked very beautiful as she stood there ; her 70 IT MAY BE TRUE CHAPTER III. ...
... and rested on the edge of the fender ; the fire burnt clear and bright , and lent a slight glow to her cheeks , which were generally pale . She looked very beautiful as she stood there ; her 70 IT MAY BE TRUE CHAPTER III. ...
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... fire . There was a bright light for a moment , then it was gone , and a thin black substance floated lightly on the coals , showing where the letter had been ; this she buried at once , deep - deep beneath the burning coals , until not ...
... fire . There was a bright light for a moment , then it was gone , and a thin black substance floated lightly on the coals , showing where the letter had been ; this she buried at once , deep - deep beneath the burning coals , until not ...
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Page 70 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 139 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 1 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 207 - Of fancied beings bound her soul in awe. The moon was risen, and she sometimes shone Through thick white clouds, that flew tumultuous on, Passing beneath her with an eagle's speed, That her soft light imprison'd and then freed ; The fitful glimmering through the hedge-row green Gave a strange beauty to the changing scene j And roaring winds and rushing waters lent Their mingled voice that to the spirit went.
Page 31 - ... As old time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires; Hearts with equal love combined ; Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes ! No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolved heart to return ; I have searched thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn ; I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou. Some power, in my revenge, convey That love to her...
Page 309 - Illustrative of the Advantages of the various localities resorted to by Invalids, for the cure or alleviation of chronic diseases, especially consumption. With Observations on Climate, and its Influences on Health and Disease, the result of extensive personal experience of many Southern Climes.
Page 264 - Thou tyrant of the mind! False in thy glass all objects are, Some set too near, and some too far; Thou art the fire of endless night, The fire that burns, and gives no light. All torments of the damn'd we find In only thee, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
Page 264 - Thou tyrant of the mind! All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine, and perfect love: In absence, or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the lover's pain.
Page 100 - Of the gray morn before the rising sun, That pass away and perish. Earthly things Are but the transient pageants of an hour ; And earthly pride is like the passing flower, That springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.