The Morning call, by mrs. Ellis, Volume 4; Volume 411850 |
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... voice , or gazing on the beauty of her cheek and brow ; and all in a sweet atmosphere redolent of perfumes , and surrounded by all that could charm the eye , or gratify the taste ? There could be no wonder that Arthur Grahame called at ...
... voice , or gazing on the beauty of her cheek and brow ; and all in a sweet atmosphere redolent of perfumes , and surrounded by all that could charm the eye , or gratify the taste ? There could be no wonder that Arthur Grahame called at ...
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... voice , and saw by the moonbeams stealing through the lattice , that she - the beautiful , the privi- leged , and the wealthy one - was weeping for her , even her hard flinty heart was softened , and she remembered that she had once had ...
... voice , and saw by the moonbeams stealing through the lattice , that she - the beautiful , the privi- leged , and the wealthy one - was weeping for her , even her hard flinty heart was softened , and she remembered that she had once had ...
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... voice was not unpleasant : perhaps it was her voice by which she had won her way through the world , for she had a serpent's tongue , and hitherto had sel- dom failed in bringing her purposes to bear . Only in one fatal act of her life ...
... voice was not unpleasant : perhaps it was her voice by which she had won her way through the world , for she had a serpent's tongue , and hitherto had sel- dom failed in bringing her purposes to bear . Only in one fatal act of her life ...
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... voice of the dove in the high trees . " You deserve to be happy , " said Ella , as she sighed , and turned away . ( Continued at p . 49. ) 1 Cawthorne seated herself upon the garden thair " p.32 32 SELF - DECEPTION , ETC.
... voice of the dove in the high trees . " You deserve to be happy , " said Ella , as she sighed , and turned away . ( Continued at p . 49. ) 1 Cawthorne seated herself upon the garden thair " p.32 32 SELF - DECEPTION , ETC.
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... voices murmured softly ; and when too distant for words to be distinguished , kind , pleasant , musical tones could still be heard by the lonely listener ; with now and then a laugh that rung into her very soul ; for there is nothing so ...
... voices murmured softly ; and when too distant for words to be distinguished , kind , pleasant , musical tones could still be heard by the lonely listener ; with now and then a laugh that rung into her very soul ; for there is nothing so ...
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Page 95 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 96 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 235 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support...
Page 39 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Page 325 - Her blossoms ; and luxuriant above all The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant sweets, The deep dark green of whose unvarnished leaf Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more The bright profusion of her scattered stars.
Page 95 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 476 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 325 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Page 135 - Cant as we may, and as we shall to the end of all things, it is very much harder for the poor to be virtuous than it is for the rich ; and the good that is in them shines the brighter for it.
Page 135 - ... for the poor to be virtuous than it is for the rich; and the good that is in them, shines the brighter for it. In many a noble mansion lives a man, the best of husbands and of fathers, whose private worth in both capacities is justly lauded to the skies. But bring him here, upon this crowded deck. Strip from his fair young wife her silken dress and jewels, unbind her braided hair, stamp early wrinkles on her brow, pinch her pale cheek with care and much privation, array her faded form in coarsely...