Nan Darrell: Or, The Gipsy Mother, Volume 2Carey & Hart, 1839 |
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Arnold asked Katharine Banham Beechen Cliff believe Binks bowed carriage Carter cheek child Clara colour Colvin Countess of Ermiston cousin Herbert Cowford crazy crazy mother cried crowd dear Katharine Dixon Dowry Square exclaimed fancy Farnley Lodge father fear feel felt forgive gaiety gentle girl gratitude Haddingly hand happy haughty hear heard heart Herbert Eustace honour hope husband instant John Eustace Katha Katharine Darrell Katharine Morven Katharine's Kilvey Hill kind knew Lady Ermiston Lady Mexington Lady Yerbury ladyship laugh leave little Kate look Lord Ermiston lordship ma'am manner marriage Mary mean meet Miss Darrell Miss Morven mother never once pain passed pity poor Katharine Preux Chevalier pride remarked replied Katharine rine shame smile speak spoke Swansea talk tears tell thank thing thought trunks turned vexation voice wealth whilst wife wish woman words young
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Page 41 - I feel, ere life has passed away, His very worm consuming. Night spreads her mantle o'er the sky, And all around are sleeping, While I, in tears of agony, My restless couch am steeping. I sigh for morn — the rising day Awakes the earth to gladness ; I turn, with sickening soul, away — It smiles upon my sadness.
Page 192 - She is invaluable in keeping mistress and servants in order," said the laughing Herbert. " For my part, I do not know what I should do without her ; she is the only person who can keep Herbert within any bounds,
Page 72 - I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her grief, I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief: On a rock of the ocean fair Ellen did seem ; Glenara ! Glenara ! now read me my dream...
Page 72 - O'Connor's child, I was the bud Of Erin's royal tree of glory ; But woe to them that wrapt in blood The tissue of my story ! Still as I clasp my burning brain, A death-scene rushes on my sight ; It rises o'er and o'er again, The bloody feud — the fatal night, When, chafing Connocht Moran's scorn, They call'd my hero basely born ; And bade him choose a meaner...
Page 63 - ... being, the beautiful, there ! Like the soil that asks for the rain from the sky, And the soft west wind that goes wandering by, E'er the wonderful world within will arise And rejoice in the smile of the summer's soft eyes. The present — the actual — were they our all — Too heavy our burthen, too hopeless our thrall ; But heaven, that spreadeth o'er all its blue cope, Hath given us memory, — hath given us hope...
Page 97 - With no hope in our wanderings to find One ray of the sunshine we leave : An adieu should in utterance die, Or if written, but faintly appear ; Only heard thro' the burst of a sigh, Only read thro' the blot of a tear ! DEAR FANNY.
Page 154 - The madness of thy memory ! The Desolator desolate ! The Victor overthrown ! The Arbiter of other's fate A Suppliant for his own ! Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope ? Or dread of death alone? To die a prince — or live a slave — Thy choice is most ignobly brave ! He who of old would rend the...