Godfrey Malvern; Or, The Life of an AuthorT. Miller, 1844 - 400 sider |
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... beautiful and solemn scene , if aught may be called beautiful which is so closely allied to a future state - which seems only akin to death and heaven : for no thought of future misery jostles the calm tranquillity of the mind , when ...
... beautiful and solemn scene , if aught may be called beautiful which is so closely allied to a future state - which seems only akin to death and heaven : for no thought of future misery jostles the calm tranquillity of the mind , when ...
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... beautiful world , you seem to delight only in gathering thorns and thistles ; and would fain ( did we not know better ) make us believe that you have no love for the sweet wayside flowers which strew and beautify the rugged pathways of ...
... beautiful world , you seem to delight only in gathering thorns and thistles ; and would fain ( did we not know better ) make us believe that you have no love for the sweet wayside flowers which strew and beautify the rugged pathways of ...
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... would I persuade you otherwise , if the sensations awakened by the late unfortunate event are too painful to bear . But hearing you express your admiration of the beautiful scenery which surrounds GODFREY MALVERN . 13.
... would I persuade you otherwise , if the sensations awakened by the late unfortunate event are too painful to bear . But hearing you express your admiration of the beautiful scenery which surrounds GODFREY MALVERN . 13.
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Thomas Miller. you express your admiration of the beautiful scenery which surrounds us , I would fain make you better acquainted with it before you depart , that is , if a few days ' delay would not impede your more important business ...
Thomas Miller. you express your admiration of the beautiful scenery which surrounds us , I would fain make you better acquainted with it before you depart , that is , if a few days ' delay would not impede your more important business ...
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... beautiful daughter returned from the parsonage . " You are late , my love , " said the purse - proud squire , half raising his head as his daughter entered the room ; you seem to take more pleasure in the company you meet with at the ...
... beautiful daughter returned from the parsonage . " You are late , my love , " said the purse - proud squire , half raising his head as his daughter entered the room ; you seem to take more pleasure in the company you meet with at the ...
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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.