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... suppose I miss . I miss . What then ? " " How do you mean ? " " Why ; what if when I finds myself so near the door of the Public - you see , ma'am , it's a great temptation - I turns in and gets a drop afore I comes home ? ” 66 ' Then ...
... suppose I miss . I miss . What then ? " " How do you mean ? " " Why ; what if when I finds myself so near the door of the Public - you see , ma'am , it's a great temptation - I turns in and gets a drop afore I comes home ? ” 66 ' Then ...
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... suppose I've longer to live than other folks : I'm ready to go when my time comes and the Lord pleases ; but I'm not to be frightened into my bed by Mrs. Grey or any woman in the parish . No , she's come to the wrong box for that . I'll ...
... suppose I've longer to live than other folks : I'm ready to go when my time comes and the Lord pleases ; but I'm not to be frightened into my bed by Mrs. Grey or any woman in the parish . No , she's come to the wrong box for that . I'll ...
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... as ever I set eyes on . " " Well ! " said Mrs. Marks , looking up from her letter , " I suppose I must say yes . Perhaps you'll just look in , Mr. Hodge , when the time comes for you to go back to Deane , and 18 IT MAY BE TRUE .
... as ever I set eyes on . " " Well ! " said Mrs. Marks , looking up from her letter , " I suppose I must say yes . Perhaps you'll just look in , Mr. Hodge , when the time comes for you to go back to Deane , and 18 IT MAY BE TRUE .
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... suppose us poor visitors would feel . I am sure we are dull enough as it is ; at least , I am ; so in compassion to our poor nerves , you must see that dear old Dr. Bernard . It is no use whatever fighting against your destiny , " and ...
... suppose us poor visitors would feel . I am sure we are dull enough as it is ; at least , I am ; so in compassion to our poor nerves , you must see that dear old Dr. Bernard . It is no use whatever fighting against your destiny , " and ...
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... suppose it is very pleasant for me to be sitting here doing nothing . There are Alfred and Mr. Hall , both in the morning room , alone , waiting to be talked to , and I might have them all to myself , for the next half hour , and ...
... suppose it is very pleasant for me to be sitting here doing nothing . There are Alfred and Mr. Hall , both in the morning room , alone , waiting to be talked to , and I might have them all to myself , for the next half hour , and ...
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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...
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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...
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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.