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... Nesta , ” I said . " You shall sit on my knee , and I will tell you all about Evelina and the Broughtons . " The rest of the evening passed in our usual interminable talk , but the wistful expression did not leave Nesta's face ; and in ...
... Nesta , ” I said . " You shall sit on my knee , and I will tell you all about Evelina and the Broughtons . " The rest of the evening passed in our usual interminable talk , but the wistful expression did not leave Nesta's face ; and in ...
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... Nesta from that evening . The contrast in our looks , which might possibly have been a cause of division , became , from that time , a new boud of union . I could not be jealous of the admiration Nesta's beauty excited , when I saw as I ...
... Nesta from that evening . The contrast in our looks , which might possibly have been a cause of division , became , from that time , a new boud of union . I could not be jealous of the admiration Nesta's beauty excited , when I saw as I ...
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... Nesta's longing to be useful was certainly of a different kind from mine ; it never occurred to her to make a ... Nesta ran out to open the door for them , and my mother turned on the gas- light , and went to her usual place at the tea ...
... Nesta's longing to be useful was certainly of a different kind from mine ; it never occurred to her to make a ... Nesta ran out to open the door for them , and my mother turned on the gas- light , and went to her usual place at the tea ...
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... Nesta , who were just then whispering with their beautiful heads close together , explained the enigmatical sentence to me . If it had not , my mother's countenance would . A colour , as fresh and delicate as Nesta's , rose to her ...
... Nesta , who were just then whispering with their beautiful heads close together , explained the enigmatical sentence to me . If it had not , my mother's countenance would . A colour , as fresh and delicate as Nesta's , rose to her ...
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... Nesta come into the room to summon me . " In one moment , Nesta , " I said . There was no answer , but I heard a quick step , very unlike Nesta's . I opened my eyes and looked up . Nesta was not there . A young girl , whom I had never ...
... Nesta come into the room to summon me . " In one moment , Nesta , " I said . There was no answer , but I heard a quick step , very unlike Nesta's . I opened my eyes and looked up . Nesta was not there . A young girl , whom I had never ...
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Page 284 - Be still, for you only trouble the mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice, A glory I shall not find. Still! I will hear you no more, For your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass, and adore, Not her, who is neither courtly nor kind, Not her, not her, but a voice.
Page 21 - I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree ; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade : at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just.
Page 182 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might — Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 242 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Page 266 - WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new — What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence to your sense ? Not friendship's sigh, Not reason's subtle count; not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew; Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees To the clear moon; nor yet the spheric laws Self-chanted,...
Page 1 - Would bid them cling together, "For there is no friend like a sister, In calm or stormy weather, To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands.