Eustace Conway: Or, The Brother and Sister ; a Novel, Band 3Richard Bentley, 1834 |
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... knew what books every man , woman , and child in the empire had written , and with whom they published to witness what dowdies smirked when the " Woman of Ton " was mentioned , and which blushed blue at any allusion to the " Wo- man of ...
... knew what books every man , woman , and child in the empire had written , and with whom they published to witness what dowdies smirked when the " Woman of Ton " was mentioned , and which blushed blue at any allusion to the " Wo- man of ...
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... knew what they were himself . He fan- cied that it did not distress him at all to find doc- trines which he disbelieved , declared to be all- important ; and that what really grieved him was , to see the most sacred questions turned ...
... knew what they were himself . He fan- cied that it did not distress him at all to find doc- trines which he disbelieved , declared to be all- important ; and that what really grieved him was , to see the most sacred questions turned ...
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... sympathy . I cannot explain the anomaly ; but Honoria knew by experience , that it existed in her aunt's character , and she applied a dexterity ten thousand times more subtle than that of all the 8 THE BROTHER AND SISTER .
... sympathy . I cannot explain the anomaly ; but Honoria knew by experience , that it existed in her aunt's character , and she applied a dexterity ten thousand times more subtle than that of all the 8 THE BROTHER AND SISTER .
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... knew herself . But he believed , and he was right , that in proportion to their depth would be her vehemence in tearing them out . From that mo- ment all her thoughts of Captain Marryatt were mixed with disgust - disgust not the less ...
... knew herself . But he believed , and he was right , that in proportion to their depth would be her vehemence in tearing them out . From that mo- ment all her thoughts of Captain Marryatt were mixed with disgust - disgust not the less ...
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... knew that Henry cared for the honour of his family , and that spleen would mix with his contempt for Eustace's project of self- mortification . However , she thought , upon con- sideration , that she might omit any allusion to this ...
... knew that Henry cared for the honour of his family , and that spleen would mix with his contempt for Eustace's project of self- mortification . However , she thought , upon con- sideration , that she might omit any allusion to this ...
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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...