Agnes Serle, by the author of 'The heiress'.R. Bentley, 1835 |
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... turned at proper intervals , as he indulged in the luxury of an easy chair ; but the critical scrutiny of an interested observer might have marked , ever and anon , a quiet smile , with a tinge of sarcasm in its com- position , playing ...
... turned at proper intervals , as he indulged in the luxury of an easy chair ; but the critical scrutiny of an interested observer might have marked , ever and anon , a quiet smile , with a tinge of sarcasm in its com- position , playing ...
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... turned pale . " All he had now : but was he not heir to his uncle of Heathmoor , and would he do nothing for him ? five hundred was too small an income for the delicate Emma . " The proposed alliance was mentioned , but the old see not ...
... turned pale . " All he had now : but was he not heir to his uncle of Heathmoor , and would he do nothing for him ? five hundred was too small an income for the delicate Emma . " The proposed alliance was mentioned , but the old see not ...
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... turned pale on seeing me , for the domestic had mistaken my name . Before I could inquire the cause of her change of manner , almost before I perceived it , I saw Maria on the lawn , and the next moment was before her , both her hands ...
... turned pale on seeing me , for the domestic had mistaken my name . Before I could inquire the cause of her change of manner , almost before I perceived it , I saw Maria on the lawn , and the next moment was before her , both her hands ...
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... turned from my purpose of repaying the pangs which she had occasioned , I bent over her , and spoke in softer accents . " I will spare you , Maria , even in this hour of wrong and desolation . I will spare you for the past , I will ...
... turned from my purpose of repaying the pangs which she had occasioned , I bent over her , and spoke in softer accents . " I will spare you , Maria , even in this hour of wrong and desolation . I will spare you for the past , I will ...
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... turned upon me one parting look . It was a look of gratitude : tears were in her large blue eyes ; her lips moved , and , from the low broken sounds that reached my ears , I believe that she was rendering thanks for my forbear- ance . I ...
... turned upon me one parting look . It was a look of gratitude : tears were in her large blue eyes ; her lips moved , and , from the low broken sounds that reached my ears , I believe that she was rendering thanks for my forbear- ance . I ...
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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...