Marriage: A NovelHarper & brothers, 1847 - 343 pages |
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Adelaide admiration affection Alicia Altamont amusement aunt Grizzy beauty Beech Park better brother carriage certainly CHAPTER charms Colonel Lennox cousin curricle dare say daughter dear Mary declare delight dinner Downe Wright dress Duchess Duke duty elegant exclaimed eyes father fear feelings felt Gawffaw girls give Grace Grizzy's hand happiness hear heard heart Henry honour hope husband idea knew Lady Audley Lady Emily Lady Ju Lady Juliana Lady Maclaughlan Ladyship Laird length Lochmarlie look Lord Courtland Lord Lindore married Mary's ment mind Miss Douglas Miss Grizzy Miss Jacky Miss Nicky mother nature never niece Philistine pleasure poor pray Redgill replied returned Rose Hall Scotch Scotland seemed sense sensible Shagg sigh Sir Sampson sister smile soon soul spirit sure sweet taste tears tell tender there's thing thought tion tone turned voice wish woman wonder young
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Page 57 - They say, miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar things supernatural and causeless. Hence it is, that we make trifles of terrors ; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when •we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Page 130 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 110 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 111 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Page 19 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 111 - ... full glory, either at the rising or setting of it, he would be so transported and amazed, and so admire the glory of it, that he would not willingly turn his eyes from that first ravishing object, to behold all the other various beauties this world could present to him.
Page 139 - As it slipped through their jaws, when their edge grew dull, As they lazily mumbled the bones of the dead, When they scarce could rise from the spot where they fed ; So well had they broken a lingering fast With those who had fallen for that night's repast.
Page 10 - And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe...
Page 127 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Page 111 - I say, as I thus sat, joying in my own happy condition, and pitying this poor rich man that owned this and many other pleasant groves and meadows about me, I did thankfully remember what my Saviour said, that the meek possess the earth...