Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 sider |
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Side 37
... believe it could be the same ill - starred individual who had broken her smelling - bottle , and spoiled her evening dress : and her respect for him increased every minute . " I am afraid , " said Nurse Wilton , at last , " we must be ...
... believe it could be the same ill - starred individual who had broken her smelling - bottle , and spoiled her evening dress : and her respect for him increased every minute . " I am afraid , " said Nurse Wilton , at last , " we must be ...
Side 38
... believe such a thing happening in the present day to such fashionable students as Nelson , for instance . " 66 Me , Mr. Leyden ! " cried Nelson , starting up— “ I deny the charge ! I'll bet you whatever you like- " I never bet , sir ...
... believe such a thing happening in the present day to such fashionable students as Nelson , for instance . " 66 Me , Mr. Leyden ! " cried Nelson , starting up— “ I deny the charge ! I'll bet you whatever you like- " I never bet , sir ...
Side 49
... believe that , " said Miss Armadale , " you seem to be general dispenser of blessings here , and of in- struction too . " " I do not attempt to teach , " returned Mary , " dear papa does that to us all : -We have a school for the ...
... believe that , " said Miss Armadale , " you seem to be general dispenser of blessings here , and of in- struction too . " " I do not attempt to teach , " returned Mary , " dear papa does that to us all : -We have a school for the ...
Side 51
... believe us , when we tell them all we've done upon earth ! " " And why not , Dame ? " The old woman felt about the table for her Bible , always on hand to be listened to , though she could no longer read it . " Children ! " she said ...
... believe us , when we tell them all we've done upon earth ! " " And why not , Dame ? " The old woman felt about the table for her Bible , always on hand to be listened to , though she could no longer read it . " Children ! " she said ...
Side 53
... believe me when I tell you I never was in a poor cottage in my life till to - day . " " I can readily believe you , " said the Vicar , mildly , " it is by no means an uncommon case . " " It is not the less unpardonable , " observed ...
... believe me when I tell you I never was in a poor cottage in my life till to - day . " " I can readily believe you , " said the Vicar , mildly , " it is by no means an uncommon case . " " It is not the less unpardonable , " observed ...
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38 cents 50 cents Alfred's Antoine Armadale's Arnold asked Aunt Strapper beauty better blessing child Christmas Church comfort companion Conroy cried dear dear Mary door dress edition English Engravings eyes face father feel felt Ferdinand fire frontispiece garet girl give glad Grace Grange hand happy head hear heard heart heiress Henry Reed hope Illustrated Italian Language John JOHN ANGELL JAMES John Frost Katy laugh lips looked M'INTOSH ma'am Margaret Armadale Martin dear Mary Leyden Miss Arma Miss Armadale Miss Crawford Miss Esther Miss Leyden Miss Martin mother Nelson never night Nisbett nurse Wilton party poor Rockstone Rory round Shipton Sir Tudor smile soon speak spirit sure talk tears tell Theodosia thing THOMAS ARNOLD thought tion told turned Uncle Sym Vicar voice volume wish word young lady
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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..