Eustace Conway: Or, The Brother and Sister ; a Novel, Band 3Richard Bentley, 1834 |
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... uttered a fer- vent wish that he could be relieved from some troublesome occupation . Once or twice she con- trived to perform the task without his knowledge . Afterwards , waxing bolder , she volunteered to un- dertake such . It was ...
... uttered a fer- vent wish that he could be relieved from some troublesome occupation . Once or twice she con- trived to perform the task without his knowledge . Afterwards , waxing bolder , she volunteered to un- dertake such . It was ...
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... uttered the words , " Merciful Heaven ! Miss Conway , are you still here ? " be- fore she could believe it was Captain Marryatt . She tried to say something about the cause of her delay and her brother , when he fixed his eyes upon her ...
... uttered the words , " Merciful Heaven ! Miss Conway , are you still here ? " be- fore she could believe it was Captain Marryatt . She tried to say something about the cause of her delay and her brother , when he fixed his eyes upon her ...
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... uttered what seemed to me little more than an echo of his own sentiment , - Yes , poetry is reli- gion , ' he expressed absolute dissent . I cannot 6 even compare them , ' he said , ' they THE BROTHER AND SISTER . 39.
... uttered what seemed to me little more than an echo of his own sentiment , - Yes , poetry is reli- gion , ' he expressed absolute dissent . I cannot 6 even compare them , ' he said , ' they THE BROTHER AND SISTER . 39.
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... uttering words which alarmed me more than her looks . " The boy ! ' she exclaimed , ' the boy ! tell me for Heaven's sake where he is ! where did he learn it ? —you must know , ' she said , staring wild- ly at me . " Merciful Heaven ...
... uttering words which alarmed me more than her looks . " The boy ! ' she exclaimed , ' the boy ! tell me for Heaven's sake where he is ! where did he learn it ? —you must know , ' she said , staring wild- ly at me . " Merciful Heaven ...
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... uttered my warning ; but you were in prison , and of course I could not write to Miss Conway . Just then , I heard by accident that a person , ( there was evident disgust in her manner of uttering the words ) who knew you in your ...
... uttered my warning ; but you were in prison , and of course I could not write to Miss Conway . Just then , I heard by accident that a person , ( there was evident disgust in her manner of uttering the words ) who knew you in your ...
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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...