Godfrey Malvern; Or, The Life of an AuthorT. Miller, 1844 - 400 sider |
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... voice faltering as she spoke ; while all that makes pity and sympathy look so beautiful in the face of a woman , when inter- ceding in the behalf of another , called up the angel in her countenance , as she said , " I know you will do ...
... voice faltering as she spoke ; while all that makes pity and sympathy look so beautiful in the face of a woman , when inter- ceding in the behalf of another , called up the angel in her countenance , as she said , " I know you will do ...
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... voice was naturally soft ; could play tolerably well on the piano , — but her father was no judge of music ; could paint flowers , and write bad verses , and yet possessed a high and natural appreciation of good poetry . She loved birds ...
... voice was naturally soft ; could play tolerably well on the piano , — but her father was no judge of music ; could paint flowers , and write bad verses , and yet possessed a high and natural appreciation of good poetry . She loved birds ...
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... voice of mine hostess , who superintended the whole scene , —now abusing Betty , then snarling at John , and in the next moment laughing at some rustic joke , or attending herself to the wants of the clergyman and Gregory Gruff , or ...
... voice of mine hostess , who superintended the whole scene , —now abusing Betty , then snarling at John , and in the next moment laughing at some rustic joke , or attending herself to the wants of the clergyman and Gregory Gruff , or ...
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... voice of some tiny brat , who had come to say CAT " cat , " HAT " hat , " and so on to the bottom of the page- " Set after set , the lower lads to make Fit for the class which their superiors take ; The round of learning for a time to ...
... voice of some tiny brat , who had come to say CAT " cat , " HAT " hat , " and so on to the bottom of the page- " Set after set , the lower lads to make Fit for the class which their superiors take ; The round of learning for a time to ...
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Thomas Miller. gone ; calling at the same time , in a very feeble voice , for " a little cold water . " Godfrey had one scholar , whose aunt resided in the village , while his parents dwelt in the borough ; and the boy went home every ...
Thomas Miller. gone ; calling at the same time , in a very feeble voice , for " a little cold water . " Godfrey had one scholar , whose aunt resided in the village , while his parents dwelt in the borough ; and the boy went home every ...
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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.