Godfrey Malvern; Or, The Life of an AuthorT. Miller, 1844 - 400 sider |
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... Maria 180 ..... 197 . 213 230 245 ... 271 ... 277 XIX . Gregory Gruff's Family increases ...... 291 XX . An important Messenger 305 XXI . Old Age , and the Workhouse 329 XXII . The Prerogative Will Office ..... 345 XXIII . An unexpected ...
... Maria 180 ..... 197 . 213 230 245 ... 271 ... 277 XIX . Gregory Gruff's Family increases ...... 291 XX . An important Messenger 305 XXI . Old Age , and the Workhouse 329 XXII . The Prerogative Will Office ..... 345 XXIII . An unexpected ...
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... Maria have left me thus ? Never ! No , although I had been compelled to beg my bread , like Homer of old , hand in hand , she would have wandered with me to the world's end ! " And the dark eyes and black ringlets of the lady he had met ...
... Maria have left me thus ? Never ! No , although I had been compelled to beg my bread , like Homer of old , hand in hand , she would have wandered with me to the world's end ! " And the dark eyes and black ringlets of the lady he had met ...
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... and pictured her sitting alone in those splendid apartments , thinking only of him , he would have forgotten the dark - eyed and dark - haired Maria ! CHAPTER XXXII . HOW HOPKINS KEPT HIS GOOD RESOLUTIONS , 222 GODFREY MALVERN .
... and pictured her sitting alone in those splendid apartments , thinking only of him , he would have forgotten the dark - eyed and dark - haired Maria ! CHAPTER XXXII . HOW HOPKINS KEPT HIS GOOD RESOLUTIONS , 222 GODFREY MALVERN .
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... Maria too was very often there , and she was always glad to see Godfrey . Whenever he came , she seemed confused ; when he went away , she sighed , hung down her head , and looked sad . She was very handsome , and wrote very pretty ...
... Maria too was very often there , and she was always glad to see Godfrey . Whenever he came , she seemed confused ; when he went away , she sighed , hung down her head , and looked sad . She was very handsome , and wrote very pretty ...
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... Maria ! " And when Godfrey paid any pretty little compliment to Maria herself , she would lift up the dark lashes of her eyes , and looking at him— ( such a look as would have turned the eyes of a saint earthward , in the midst of his ...
... Maria ! " And when Godfrey paid any pretty little compliment to Maria herself , she would lift up the dark lashes of her eyes , and looking at him— ( such a look as would have turned the eyes of a saint earthward , in the midst of his ...
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Side 307 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath ; it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
Side 386 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 314 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name! Reader, attend! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit; Know prudent cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Side 336 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 215 - ... being the easy chief of a large establishment, was now doing half the work of the house, at probably half his former wages. Old Peter, who had been for five-and-twenty years a dignified coachman, was now ploughman in ordinary, only putting his horses to the carriage upon high and rare occasions ; and so on with all the rest that remained of the ancient train. And all, to my view, seemed happier than they had ever done before.
Side 36 - Through flowery towns go sounding on their way : They pass the streaked woodbine's sun-stained arch, And onward glide through streets of sheeted May, Nor, till they reach the summer-roses, stay, Where maiden-buds are wrapt in dewy dreams, Drowsy through breathing back the new-mown hay, That rolls its fragrance o'er the fringed streams, — Mirrors in which the...
Side 399 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 215 - All this warm and respectful solicitude must have had a preciously soothing influence on the mind of Scott, who may be said to have lived upon love. No man cared less about popular admiration and applause; but for the least chill on the affection of any near and dear to him he had the sensitiveness of a maiden. I cannot forget, in particular, how his eyes sparkled when he first pointed out to me Peter Mathieson guiding the plough on the haugh: "Egad," said he, "auld Pepe (this was the children's...
Side 38 - They come from still green nooks, woods old and hoary — The silent work of many a summer night, Ere those tall trees attained their giant glory, Or their dark tops did tower that cloudy height — They come from spots which the grey hawthorns light, Where stream-kissed willows make a silvery shiver. For years their steps have worn those footpaths bright Which wind along the fields and by the river, That makes a murmuring sound, a "ribble-bibble...
Side 38 - A troop of soldiers pass with stately pace, — Their early music wakes the village street : Through yon white blinds peeps many a lovely face, Smiling — perchance unconsciously how sweet ! One does the carpet press with blue-veined feet, Not thinking how her fair neck she exposes, But with white foot timing the drum's deep beat; And, when again she on her pillow dozes, Dreams how she'll dance that tune 'mong Summer's richest roses.