The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volum 3Colburn, 1842 |
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Side 41
... dislike . I cannot say I think Julian behaved well , in not proposing long ago . If he had done so , and we had married , my settlement at least would have been saved . " " But it was only last night you told me THE MATCHMAKER . 41.
... dislike . I cannot say I think Julian behaved well , in not proposing long ago . If he had done so , and we had married , my settlement at least would have been saved . " " But it was only last night you told me THE MATCHMAKER . 41.
Side 42
A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. " But it was only last night you told me you adored him , and meant to accept him at once . " 66 dding " He Yes , but I never thought he had been eager enough about it ; only , when there's plenty of money ...
A Novel Mrs. Gordon Smythies. " But it was only last night you told me you adored him , and meant to accept him at once . " 66 dding " He Yes , but I never thought he had been eager enough about it ; only , when there's plenty of money ...
Side 66
... night , with either of them ; in mercy , do not . " " You promise , to - morrow , to accept Sir Peter ? " " I do - to - night I am so ill and agitated , I shall retire . Come with me , my mother ! and do you excuse me to all . " The ...
... night , with either of them ; in mercy , do not . " " You promise , to - morrow , to accept Sir Peter ? " " I do - to - night I am so ill and agitated , I shall retire . Come with me , my mother ! and do you excuse me to all . " The ...
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... night to repair to London : he could not remain in her house ; he could not be a burthen on his ruined father . No ; he would rather toil to support him . Yes ; he had a duty yet to bind him to life .... and she - she was not worth one ...
... night to repair to London : he could not remain in her house ; he could not be a burthen on his ruined father . No ; he would rather toil to support him . Yes ; he had a duty yet to bind him to life .... and she - she was not worth one ...
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... night we had better go to some cheap family hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden ; Julian has desired me to address him at one of them . If we can make an economical arrangement , perhaps we may as well stay there till we sail ...
... night we had better go to some cheap family hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden ; Julian has desired me to address him at one of them . If we can make an economical arrangement , perhaps we may as well stay there till we sail ...
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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.