Eustace Conway: Or, The Brother and Sister ; a Novel, Band 3Richard Bentley, 1834 |
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... caused our hero little else but disgust . He soon determined that he should be very sorry if any in this circle embraced his opinions , and therefore confined himself to their own topics , upon which he talked so ignorantly that he was ...
... caused our hero little else but disgust . He soon determined that he should be very sorry if any in this circle embraced his opinions , and therefore confined himself to their own topics , upon which he talked so ignorantly that he was ...
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... cause of his absence ; and as Morton was the only person in his confidence , there seemed little danger of its reaching his ear , except possibly through one quarter , and that , she said to herself with a sup- pressed sigh , is a ...
... cause of his absence ; and as Morton was the only person in his confidence , there seemed little danger of its reaching his ear , except possibly through one quarter , and that , she said to herself with a sup- pressed sigh , is a ...
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... caused her even less surprise than the proofs which the rooms gave of taste her bro- ther had never acknowledged . Judging from his conversation , you would have supposed him as great a contemner of virtue as of any other thing which ...
... caused her even less surprise than the proofs which the rooms gave of taste her bro- ther had never acknowledged . Judging from his conversation , you would have supposed him as great a contemner of virtue as of any other thing which ...
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... cause of her delay and her brother , when he fixed his eyes upon her with a look of such perfect agony as she had never seen before . It was a look which in any human being would have caused her pity ; the tears rushed into her eyes ...
... cause of her delay and her brother , when he fixed his eyes upon her with a look of such perfect agony as she had never seen before . It was a look which in any human being would have caused her pity ; the tears rushed into her eyes ...
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... have nourished in her mind that habit of care- less sneering , which preys upon all soils , but most destructively on the richest . I should have been a VOL . III . B traitor to the cause of truth if I had been THE BROTHER AND SISTER . 25.
... have nourished in her mind that habit of care- less sneering , which preys upon all soils , but most destructively on the richest . I should have been a VOL . III . B traitor to the cause of truth if I had been THE BROTHER AND SISTER . 25.
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acquaintance affection answer apoplexy asked BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beautiful became believe better brother Caroline child conversation countenance cousin dare delightful Dublin Edward Mortimer England ensign Eustace Conway Eustace's evidence exclaimed eyes fancy Fanny fear feelings felt forgive Francisca Franklin gipsy girl give Green Grosvenor Place guitar hear heard heart Heaven Henry Conway Honoria honour hope interest Irish Jenkins kind knew labours Lady Edward laughed Lieutenant Nugent look Lord lover manner Maria Marryatt ment mind Miss Conway Miss Craven Miss Duncan Miss Vyvyan Morton nature never nobleman notion Novalis opinion Pantheism passions perhaps person poetry Quakeress racter recollection religion respecting rience scarcely seemed selfishness sister smile soul speak spirit Spiritualist spoke stace strange suppose sure talk tell thing thou thought tion told truth uttered voice Wilmot wish words worldly young
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Seite 276 - I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the libration and frequent weighing of his wings ; till the little creature was forced to sit down and pant, and stay till the storm was over ; and then it made a...
Seite 169 - To grace where- we are grac'd, and give respect There where we are respected : yet we practise A wilder course, and never bend our eyes On men with pleasure, till they find the way To give us a neglect ; then we, too late, Perceive the loss of what we might have had, And dote to death.
Seite 74 - While through their ranks in silver pride The nether crescent seems to glide ! The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe, The lake is smooth and clear beneath, Where once again the spangled show Descends to meet our eyes below. The grounds which on the right aspire, In dimness from the view retire : The left presents a place of graves, Whose wall the silent water laves.
Seite 82 - Poetry could not answer it ; for, though it embodies all the operations of self, that mighty agent it can never discover. Nor should I ever have found an answer to it, if I had not learnt the meaning of that voice which the Jewish shepherd heard at night proclaiming from a burning bush — ' I AM THAT I AM ! '" Shortly after they reached Mr.
Seite 40 - I cannot even compare them,' he said, 'they are not of the same genus. Poetry is an outgrowth of our own minds; religion is a process by which the soul is re-united to a Being greater than itself, from whom it has been separated ; and, in order to be efficacious, must be devised by that Being. But if by religion you meant devotion, which is unquestionably an effort of the mind, and so far like poetry, I should draw this distinction. Wherever devotion has respect to an object, which the mind has previously...
Seite 131 - tis more easy To tie knots, than unloose them: 'tis a secret That, like a lingering poison, may chance lie Spread in thy veins, and kill thee seven year hence.
Seite 268 - What if some little pain the passage have, That makes frail flesh to fear the bitter wave? Is not short pain well borne, that brings long ease, And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave? Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Seite 74 - ... smooth and clear beneath, Where once again the spangled Show Descends to meet our Eyes below. The Grounds which on the right aspire, In dimness from the View retire: The Left presents a Place of Graves, Whose Wall the silent Water laves. That Steeple guides thy doubtful sight Among the livid gleams of Night. There pass with melancholy State, By all the solemn Heaps of Fate, And think, as softly-sad you tread Above the venerable Dead, Time was, like thee they Life possest, And Time shall be, that...