Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 sider |
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Side 17
... Nelson must be the one ; he is a fine fellow , and the young lady must find it out . " As Mrs. Crawford reached this point , her eye glanced down into the garden , where two of the sons above - mentioned were sauntering arm in arm ...
... Nelson must be the one ; he is a fine fellow , and the young lady must find it out . " As Mrs. Crawford reached this point , her eye glanced down into the garden , where two of the sons above - mentioned were sauntering arm in arm ...
Side 19
... Nelson , the hero , having been coaxed and entreated by his mother , who judi- ciously aided her arguments by paying one of his bills out of the money destined for a new bonnet and cloak , had station- ed himself on the outposts , to be ...
... Nelson , the hero , having been coaxed and entreated by his mother , who judi- ciously aided her arguments by paying one of his bills out of the money destined for a new bonnet and cloak , had station- ed himself on the outposts , to be ...
Side 20
... Nelson , eagerly , and off he ran before she could interpose : stopped the unwelcome visitors , and was soon quietly walking between them down the lane , carrying the very basket that had excited his sis- ter's indignation . Meanwhile ...
... Nelson , eagerly , and off he ran before she could interpose : stopped the unwelcome visitors , and was soon quietly walking between them down the lane , carrying the very basket that had excited his sis- ter's indignation . Meanwhile ...
Side 23
... Nelson arrived , and Mrs. Craw- ford grew irritable . The brief December afternoon was drawing to a close , and as it was too late for walking or driv- ing , she proposed to show the false heiress her room . As soon as they left the ...
... Nelson arrived , and Mrs. Craw- ford grew irritable . The brief December afternoon was drawing to a close , and as it was too late for walking or driv- ing , she proposed to show the false heiress her room . As soon as they left the ...
Side 25
... Nelson , for it was that recreant , returned in high good - humor , stopped short on seeing her , and with the quick perception of a good judge , said with a low bow , " Have I the pleasure of speak- ing to Miss Armadale ? ” " To her ...
... Nelson , for it was that recreant , returned in high good - humor , stopped short on seeing her , and with the quick perception of a good judge , said with a low bow , " Have I the pleasure of speak- ing to Miss Armadale ? ” " To her ...
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Side 39 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Side 40 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 39 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..