Agnes Serle, by the author of 'The heiress'.R. Bentley, 1835 |
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... manner , tact : the spell of attraction was with her . Who could resist her fascination ? — Mr. Dalrymple's frank gaiety and dashing manner appeared to please the widow , and some thought him a thriving wooer , whilst others said that ...
... manner , tact : the spell of attraction was with her . Who could resist her fascination ? — Mr. Dalrymple's frank gaiety and dashing manner appeared to please the widow , and some thought him a thriving wooer , whilst others said that ...
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... manner . " I fully sympathize with you , Mr. de Beau- voir , in your disgust at manœuvres , and am much hurt that the conduct of any of my sex should ever warrant a harsh award ; but I must protest against your judging of the mass by ...
... manner . " I fully sympathize with you , Mr. de Beau- voir , in your disgust at manœuvres , and am much hurt that the conduct of any of my sex should ever warrant a harsh award ; but I must protest against your judging of the mass by ...
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... manner , almost before I perceived it , I saw Maria on the lawn , and the next moment was before her , both her hands clasped in mine , whilst my looks told better than my disjointed words the delight with which I claimed her as my own ...
... manner , almost before I perceived it , I saw Maria on the lawn , and the next moment was before her , both her hands clasped in mine , whilst my looks told better than my disjointed words the delight with which I claimed her as my own ...
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... manner , her evident annoyance at the intelligence , and her abrupt departure , awoke suspicions of I knew not what , and which I vainly strove to repel . Believing that I heard Maria in the hall , I passed into it ; and , before I was ...
... manner , her evident annoyance at the intelligence , and her abrupt departure , awoke suspicions of I knew not what , and which I vainly strove to repel . Believing that I heard Maria in the hall , I passed into it ; and , before I was ...
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... manner and the fiery brightness of my eye , for fever was raging in my veins , checked all impertinence ; and even Wildman's welcome , but for his laugh , would almost have contented me . His visiters soon rose to depart , and ...
... manner and the fiery brightness of my eye , for fever was raging in my veins , checked all impertinence ; and even Wildman's welcome , but for his laugh , would almost have contented me . His visiters soon rose to depart , and ...
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admiration Agnes Serle alarm answer Arthur de Beauvoir asked Beau beauty believe better blush bowed bright brow cheek child cold cousin Cranbourne curricle Dalrymple Dalzell danger dared dark Delville desire doubt dread dream dream evil earnest evil exclaimed eyes fancy fate father fear feel felt folly Frankland gaze gentle gipsy girl glance guessed Hallcot hand happiness heart honour hope horse knew Lady Susan laugh LEICESTER SQUARE Lewis lips look Lord Tarleton lover marriage mind Miss Serle Monson ness never Newton Park Norham pale passed pity plead pleasure promise remarked replied rest scarcely scorn seemed selfish Serle Court shame silence Sir Richard Temple smile sought speak spirit spoke stern stood surprise suspicion tears tell terror things thought timid Timson tion tone trembling trust truth turned voice voir whilst wild window wish woman words yield
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Page 185 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Page 44 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Page 87 - I see the peril — yet do not recede ; And my brain reels — and yet my foot is firm : There is a power upon me which withholds And makes it my fatality to live ; If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
Page 164 - To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Page 164 - She was like me in lineaments — her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not; And...
Page 43 - With more capacity for love than earth Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth, His early dreams of good outstripp'd the truth, And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth...
Page 354 - Spirit of Love! soon thy rose-plumes wear The weight and the sully of canker and care: Falsehood is round thee ; Hope leads thee on, Till every hue from thy pinion is gone. But one bright moment is all thine own, The one ere thy visible presence is known; When, like the wind of the south, thy power, Sunning the heavens, sweetening the flower, Is felt, but not seen.
Page 354 - Fear has not darkened thee ; Hope has not made The blossoms expand, it but opens to fade. Nothing is known of those wearing fears Which will shadow the light of thy after years.
Page 94 - Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them, Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Page 241 - Oh dismal dole, when the secret soul Is mock'd by the outward showing ; When we dress the eyes in a gay disguise, While the tears are inward flowing ; When groans and grief would be a relief, But with carols we keep them under, And a laugh we start when the throbbing heart Is ready to burst asunder...