The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volum 3Colburn, 1842 |
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... feeling of deso- lation and a thought of cold and distant re- gions , where winter reigned for aye , and where no warm heart would welcome her , forced itself on her fancy if she viewed the landscape around through the blue or green ...
... feeling of deso- lation and a thought of cold and distant re- gions , where winter reigned for aye , and where no warm heart would welcome her , forced itself on her fancy if she viewed the landscape around through the blue or green ...
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... feel sure he would come ; some dream ( false prophet ) would tanta- lize her with an assurance that he would come ; and she would dress with all the care of a fond girl , and sit down to watch , ( weariest of weary tasks ! ) ; then ...
... feel sure he would come ; some dream ( false prophet ) would tanta- lize her with an assurance that he would come ; and she would dress with all the care of a fond girl , and sit down to watch , ( weariest of weary tasks ! ) ; then ...
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... feel I love him now as I knew not I loved him , when he was cradled by wealth and luxury . All his dependents are welcome here ; see that all feel they are so . " So saying , old Dr. Lindsay walked away . Mrs. Lindsay re- mained a short ...
... feel I love him now as I knew not I loved him , when he was cradled by wealth and luxury . All his dependents are welcome here ; see that all feel they are so . " So saying , old Dr. Lindsay walked away . Mrs. Lindsay re- mained a short ...
Side 39
... feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself . ” . STERNE . The sisters were alone : Ellen was very pale , and now and then tears filled her eyes , and her frame trembled as she thought what poverty would be to one so old ...
... feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself . ” . STERNE . The sisters were alone : Ellen was very pale , and now and then tears filled her eyes , and her frame trembled as she thought what poverty would be to one so old ...
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... love you well enough to feel my hopes in some degree disappointed if yours are blighted , and my affections wounded by the blow that affects yours . My fate is surely in some degree entangled , as you call it , 40 THE MATCHMAKER .
... love you well enough to feel my hopes in some degree disappointed if yours are blighted , and my affections wounded by the blow that affects yours . My fate is surely in some degree entangled , as you call it , 40 THE MATCHMAKER .
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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.