Eustace Conway: Or, The Brother and Sister ; a Novel, Band 3Richard Bentley, 1834 |
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... ) This book should be returned on or before the latest date below : GD 4 MAY 1970 Issued 29 NOV 1972 25 JAN 1973 20 JUN 1973 Ecossed - 8 001 1973 - 3 DEC 1979 24 JAN1930 300151079Q EUSTACE CONWAY . VOL . III . EUSTACE CONWAY :
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... returned . She began to ask herself whether the evidence did warrant her in holding so vile an opinion of one who had been kind , more than kind , to her bro- ther . Whence did it arise ? From Mr. Johnson , whose word was worth nothing ...
... returned . She began to ask herself whether the evidence did warrant her in holding so vile an opinion of one who had been kind , more than kind , to her bro- ther . Whence did it arise ? From Mr. Johnson , whose word was worth nothing ...
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... returned a fortnight ago warrants me in hold- ing the same opinion . Good taste as well as con- science induce me to assert my sentiments with proper pedagogical dogmatism , that she may see I do not affect the gentleman , or presume ...
... returned a fortnight ago warrants me in hold- ing the same opinion . Good taste as well as con- science induce me to assert my sentiments with proper pedagogical dogmatism , that she may see I do not affect the gentleman , or presume ...
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... returned to her old position in the family at Vyvyan Hall . Her cousins no longer paid her any of the deference due to a stranger . She was again the acknow- ledged pet and confidant of her guardian ; and the affection with which she ...
... returned to her old position in the family at Vyvyan Hall . Her cousins no longer paid her any of the deference due to a stranger . She was again the acknow- ledged pet and confidant of her guardian ; and the affection with which she ...
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... returned to my masters , whom I found as real and living as ever . Every day my views grew brighter — my idea of the beautiful and the good , and the true , more exalted ; my will became less bound to sense ; the things around me seemed ...
... returned to my masters , whom I found as real and living as ever . Every day my views grew brighter — my idea of the beautiful and the good , and the true , more exalted ; my will became less bound to sense ; the things around me seemed ...
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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...