Thornwell Abbas, by Grant Lloyd, Volume 1S. Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1876 |
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... thank ye , " said Lady Grizel , drily . 66 Mrs. Sowerby looked at her as sweetly as an angel . " Lady Grizel , " she continued , with her prettiest manner , says that just like the Son of Alknomook , who scorned to complain . " " Son of ...
... thank ye , " said Lady Grizel , drily . 66 Mrs. Sowerby looked at her as sweetly as an angel . " Lady Grizel , " she continued , with her prettiest manner , says that just like the Son of Alknomook , who scorned to complain . " " Son of ...
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... thanks for this most delightful visit . And now your tiresome visitors are gone , you'll get strong , won't you ? and come and see us in our little London snuggery ? Say you will . " 66 you So Good - bye , dear Mrs. Sowerby . Thank for ...
... thanks for this most delightful visit . And now your tiresome visitors are gone , you'll get strong , won't you ? and come and see us in our little London snuggery ? Say you will . " 66 you So Good - bye , dear Mrs. Sowerby . Thank for ...
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... thank you , " said Miss Hooker , seeing no corresponding hospitality in Lady Grizel's face ; " Dot will be more glad of her when Walter's gone . " " Ah ! I daresay ; but I doubt whether Walter's quite of that opinion . I know I should ...
... thank you , " said Miss Hooker , seeing no corresponding hospitality in Lady Grizel's face ; " Dot will be more glad of her when Walter's gone . " " Ah ! I daresay ; but I doubt whether Walter's quite of that opinion . I know I should ...
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... laugh at me for a charity boy . " " You can buy one when you get to London . " " So I might . I should like one just like yours . May I look at it ? Diamond 48. Cum Privilegio . ' Oh ! thank you . 100 THORNWELL ABBAS .
... laugh at me for a charity boy . " " You can buy one when you get to London . " " So I might . I should like one just like yours . May I look at it ? Diamond 48. Cum Privilegio . ' Oh ! thank you . 100 THORNWELL ABBAS .
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Dame Elizabeth Wordsworth. 48. Cum Privilegio . ' Oh ! thank you . " And he popped it into his waistcoat pocket . Poor Lina ! Struggles and remon- strances were vain . Walter laughed at her , and danced about in front of her with his ...
Dame Elizabeth Wordsworth. 48. Cum Privilegio . ' Oh ! thank you . " And he popped it into his waistcoat pocket . Poor Lina ! Struggles and remon- strances were vain . Walter laughed at her , and danced about in front of her with his ...
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Page 13 - She sketched ; the vale, the wood, the beach, Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading : She botanized; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading : She warbled Handel ; it was grand ; She made the Catalani jealous : She touched the organ; I could stand For hours and hours to blow the bellows.
Page 190 - The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take; The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chase To kill and bear away.
Page 203 - O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength : before I go hence, and be no more seen.
Page 113 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 23 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Page 13 - Well fill'd with all an album's glories; Paintings of butterflies, and Rome, Patterns for trimmings, Persian stories; Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo, Fierce odes to Famine and to Slaughter, And autographs of Prince Leboo, And recipes for elder-water.
Page 29 - Yet is it a talent of trust, a loan to be rendered back with interest; A delight, but redolent of care ; honey-sweet, but lacking not the bitter.
Page 97 - ... unwithered cheek, Thy temples fringed with locks of gleaming white, And head that droops because the soul is meek, Thee with the welcome Snowdrop I compare ; That child of winter, prompting thoughts that climb From desolation toward the genial prime ; Or with the Moon conquering earth's misty air, And filling more and more with crystal light As pensive Evening deepens into night.
Page 147 - Your charms would make me true. To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the aged you'll meet, And lovers in the young. But when they learn that you have blest Another with your heart, They'll bid aspiring passion rest...
Page 205 - She loves her fire, her cottage-home : yet o'er the moorland will she roam in weather rough and bleak; and, when against the wind she strains, O might I kiss the mountain rains that sparkle on her cheek ! Take all that's mine beneath the moon...