The Pirate's Daughter, Volum 1Ely and Robinson, 1845 |
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admiration affection Annette appeared beauty believe beneath blush bowed bright bright eyes brow Celeste CHAPTER character charming cheek child Clerc convent countenance dark dark shadow daughter dear Isola deep drew earth Ernest exclaimed expression eyes face fair fair lady fancy fate father fear feel felt flowers fortune gazed gentleman girl glance hand happiness Harry Harry Sinclair heart Heaven heiress hope inquired interest lady Langley laugh Laura leave light lips listened lofty looked Loulou lover Madame Duvernay marriage mind mingled Miss Duvernay Miss Germain Miss Moreau never night noble once Orleans pale passed passion pirate replied scarcely seemed Seymour shade Sinclair smile soft eyes sorrow soul sounds of music spirit spoke stood tall thee thought tie that binds tion tone trees turned uncle Ursuline uttered voice wife wish woman words young
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Side 15 - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Side 52 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Side 149 - The Queen of Night, whose large command Rules all the sea, and half the land, And over moist and crazy brains, In high spring-tides, at midnight reigns, Was now declining to the west, To go to bed and take her rest...
Side 168 - Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down, And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not braz'd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
Side 148 - And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Side 162 - WHEN pleasure sparkles in the cup of youth, And the gay hours on downy wing advance, Oh! then 'tis sweet to hear the lip of truth Breathe the soft vows of love, sweet to entrance The raptured soul by intermingling glance Of mutual bliss; sweet amid roseate bowers, Led by the hand of Love, to weave the dance, Or unmolested crop life's fairy flowers, Or bask in joy's bright...
Side 167 - This sacred shade, and solitude, what is it ? 'Tis the felt presence of the Deity. Few are the faults we flatter when alone.
Side 135 - Propt on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead. In each low wind methinks a spirit calls, And more than echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound :
Side 57 - her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart, — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody...
Side 101 - Ambition may change into apathy — generosity may sour into avarice — we may forget the enmities of years — we may make friends of foes ; but the love we have lost is never renewed. On that dread vacuum of the breast the temple and the garden rise no more : — that feeling, be it hatred, be it scorn, be it indifference, which replaces love, endures to the last. And, altered for ever to the one — how many of us are altered for ever to the world; — neither so cheerful, nor so kind, nor so...