Temptation; or, A wife's perils [by C.L. Gascoigne].Henry Colburn, 1839 |
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Pàgina 42
... Miss Gardner , had arrived at Cheltenham , it was supposed for the purpose of being present at the nuptials of his cousin , with the Right Honour- able the Earl of Montgomery , which were shortly to take place . Mr. Gardner , indeed ...
... Miss Gardner , had arrived at Cheltenham , it was supposed for the purpose of being present at the nuptials of his cousin , with the Right Honour- able the Earl of Montgomery , which were shortly to take place . Mr. Gardner , indeed ...
Pàgina 81
... Miss Peck- ham with us . I will talk to Lady Montgomery , and manage that . One can easily , with a few fine words , get any thing out of her . " And William's reply was- " Yes ; that was always the case since she was a child . But you ...
... Miss Peck- ham with us . I will talk to Lady Montgomery , and manage that . One can easily , with a few fine words , get any thing out of her . " And William's reply was- " Yes ; that was always the case since she was a child . But you ...
Pàgina 96
... missed him sadly at first , and felt dull and spi- ritless without him , he was soon forgotten . She had still interests , though he was gone ; still pleasures and occupations , though he could not join in them ; and still a companion ...
... missed him sadly at first , and felt dull and spi- ritless without him , he was soon forgotten . She had still interests , though he was gone ; still pleasures and occupations , though he could not join in them ; and still a companion ...
Pàgina 163
... missed me and poor little Susan ;-( Do you know she asked me , what you would do without her ? ) — you must have wondered why we , neither of us , appeared as usual . " " No ! I did not . I had heard she was ill , and , therefore ...
... missed me and poor little Susan ;-( Do you know she asked me , what you would do without her ? ) — you must have wondered why we , neither of us , appeared as usual . " " No ! I did not . I had heard she was ill , and , therefore ...
Pàgina 8
... Miss Helen a - coming ! I shan't know her again , I'm sure , with two chil- dren , and all ! Why , it's five years , and more , since she left us ! " " Lady Montgomery , you mean , " said her mistress , who was very particular in always ...
... Miss Helen a - coming ! I shan't know her again , I'm sure , with two chil- dren , and all ! Why , it's five years , and more , since she left us ! " " Lady Montgomery , you mean , " said her mistress , who was very particular in always ...
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Pàgina 270 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pàgina 242 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream ; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem.
Pàgina 184 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Pàgina 3 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Pàgina 27 - you see, at last, the struggle between the body and the soul. You see conscience forced to yield, even in a redoubt which it had believed impregnable.
Pàgina 30 - It matters little at what hour o' the day The righteous fall asleep, death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die : The less of this cold world, the more of heaven, The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
Pàgina 236 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Pàgina 32 - ... the peace of Pecquigny. Charles himself acknowledged as much when, in his wrath at this treaty, he said, "He had not sought to bring over the English into France for any need he had of them, but to enable them to recover what belonged to them;" and Louis XI. was a patriotic king when he declared that "there was nothing in the world he would not do to thrust the king of England out of the realm, and, rather than suffer the English to have a bit of territory in France, he would put every thing...
Pàgina 284 - Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest !" He smiled and wept when he spoke these words.
Pàgina 177 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.