The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volum 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... father , and , while tears filled his eyes , and his pale cheeks betrayed his sufferings , he told him that he had man- fully kept his word , and had not formally pro- posed , but that , now the time of trial was over , and as soon as ...
... father , and , while tears filled his eyes , and his pale cheeks betrayed his sufferings , he told him that he had man- fully kept his word , and had not formally pro- posed , but that , now the time of trial was over , and as soon as ...
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... Father , if I find a selfish joy in the thought of being his com- forter . I have not yielded to it ; I have knelt to her I have implored her not to for- sake - I am not guilty ...... unless this invo- luntary comfort , at an hour like ...
... Father , if I find a selfish joy in the thought of being his com- forter . I have not yielded to it ; I have knelt to her I have implored her not to for- sake - I am not guilty ...... unless this invo- luntary comfort , at an hour like ...
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... father ; " with your talents , your strength , your faith in the wo- man you love .... " " True , father , I am most selfish to give one sigh to my own fate . I have , indeed , full confidence in the unworldly devotion of my dear ...
... father ; " with your talents , your strength , your faith in the wo- man you love .... " " True , father , I am most selfish to give one sigh to my own fate . I have , indeed , full confidence in the unworldly devotion of my dear ...
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... father , say . With love , and youth , and strength , and hope , to buoy him up , a man must be weak indeed to sink beneath the first blow of fortune .... but you .... ... but you .... " and the tears would force themselves down his ...
... father , say . With love , and youth , and strength , and hope , to buoy him up , a man must be weak indeed to sink beneath the first blow of fortune .... but you .... ... but you .... " and the tears would force themselves down his ...
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... father's premises . There was something in her eagerness to greet him , in the long and lonely ramble she had taken to do so , and in the fervour of her tear- ful and clinging embraces , which spoke vo- lumes to her uncle's heart ...
... father's premises . There was something in her eagerness to greet him , in the long and lonely ramble she had taken to do so , and in the fervour of her tear- ful and clinging embraces , which spoke vo- lumes to her uncle's heart ...
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Side 68 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring, To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Side 169 - SEE, WINTER comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; Vapours and Clouds and Storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms, Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot...
Side 29 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of Ills to come; Nor Care, beyond to-day! Yet see, how all around them wait The Ministers of human fate; And black Misfortune's baleful Train!
Side 39 - HEAVEN eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me not that, in some sad and sickening moments, my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction mere pomp of words!
Side 1 - gainst the thunderstroke; And from beneath his boughs were seen to sally The dappled foresters — as day awoke, The branching stag swept down with all his herd, To quaff a brook which murmur'd like a bird.
Side 125 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue...
Side 39 - Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me" not, that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction" mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but...
Side 45 - ... tis an easy matter to pick up sticks enough from any thicket where it has strayed, to make a fire to offer it up with.
Side 138 - I won't trouble you any more.' Then how am I to help you?' 'I didn't ask your help.' Then why come to me?' "Why, indeed!' I echoed. 'Will you let me pass?' 'Not until you tell me where you are going and what you mean to do.' 'Can't you guess?' I cried. And for many seconds we stood staring in each other's eyes. 'Have you got the pluck?' said he, breaking the spell in a tone so cynical that it brought my last drop of blood to the boil. 'You shall see,' said I, as I stepped back and whipped the pistol...
Side 21 - Adieu, poor luckless maiden ! Imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journeyeth on his way, now pours into thy wounds — the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever.