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... lady abbess , and the news that he then communicated was such as to throw the whole convent into tumult and confusion . The cause of the alarm was not yet sufficiently explained , when , in about an hour after his arrival , a gallant ...
... lady abbess , and the news that he then communicated was such as to throw the whole convent into tumult and confusion . The cause of the alarm was not yet sufficiently explained , when , in about an hour after his arrival , a gallant ...
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... lady boasted she would cure him instantly , and did it with a single word , Speak . What more could the Pythagorean philo- sophy have done with all its parade and boasting ? Is there a lady now that could depend upon so exact an ...
... lady boasted she would cure him instantly , and did it with a single word , Speak . What more could the Pythagorean philo- sophy have done with all its parade and boasting ? Is there a lady now that could depend upon so exact an ...
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... lady characters , than Misses Barnett and Baseke . They were ex- tremely active and graceful , and executed their dances ( which throughout were ex- tremely pretty ) , in very excellent style . Equally good in their way were the clowns ...
... lady characters , than Misses Barnett and Baseke . They were ex- tremely active and graceful , and executed their dances ( which throughout were ex- tremely pretty ) , in very excellent style . Equally good in their way were the clowns ...
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... lady of J. Toilemache , Esq . of Til- stone Lodge , Cheshire , of a son and heir . In Wellin Place , Belgrave Square , the Hon . Mrs. Every , of a son and heir . In Manchester Street , the Lady S. Taylor , of a daughter . MARRIAGES At ...
... lady of J. Toilemache , Esq . of Til- stone Lodge , Cheshire , of a son and heir . In Wellin Place , Belgrave Square , the Hon . Mrs. Every , of a son and heir . In Manchester Street , the Lady S. Taylor , of a daughter . MARRIAGES At ...
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... lady , ere hand could be raised or cry uttered , had sheathed his poignard in her bosom , and laid her at his feet a lifeless corse . The alarm was instantly given , and the assassin secured without a struggle or remon- strance on his ...
... lady , ere hand could be raised or cry uttered , had sheathed his poignard in her bosom , and laid her at his feet a lifeless corse . The alarm was instantly given , and the assassin secured without a struggle or remon- strance on his ...
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Seite 308 - tis mockery all ! — A faithless mist, a desert-vapour, wearing The brightness of clear waters, thus to cheat The thirst that semblance kindled ! — Thete is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Seite 226 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi...
Seite 130 - There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven ; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven. 4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye...
Seite 85 - There is nothing, my Lord, in this extract which, in a literary sense, can at all interest you ; but it may, perhaps, appear to you worthy of reflection how deep and expansive a concern for the happiness of others the Christian faith can awaken in the midst of youth and prosperity. Here is nothing poetical and splendid, as in the expostulatory homage of M.
Seite 84 - Since the second anniversary of her decease, I have read some papers which no one had seen during her life, and which contain her most secret thoughts. I am induced to communicate to your Lordship a passage from these papers, which, there is no doubt, refers to yourself; as I have more than once heard the writer mention your agility on the rocks at Hastings.
Seite 185 - My Lord, — Since last I had the honour of addressing you from this place, a series of eventful years has elapsed, but none without some mark and note of your rising glory. " The military triumphs which your valour has achieved upon the banks of the Douro and the Tagus, of the Ebro and the Garonne, have called forth the spontaneous shouts of admiring nations. Those triumphs it is needless on this day to recount. Their names...
Seite 185 - I hope it will not be deemed presumptuous in me to take this opportunity of expressing my admiration of the great efforts made by this House and the country at a moment of unexampled pressure and difficulty, in order to support the great scale of operations by which the contest was brought to so fortunate a termination.
Seite 27 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Seite 130 - There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There, rays divine disperse the gloom : Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven.
Seite 86 - Then with an old friend I talk of our youth — How 'twas gladsome, but often Foolish, forsooth: But gladsome, gladsome! Or to get merry We sing some old rhyme, That made the wood ring again In summer time — Sweet summer time!