Temptation; or, A wife's perils [by C.L. Gascoigne].Henry Colburn, 1839 |
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... excited nothing but fear . She looked forward to his visits , which were exceedingly rare , with dislike and awe . His presence was an insupportable constraint to her : -he had no sympathy with her tastes - no indulgence for her faults ...
... excited nothing but fear . She looked forward to his visits , which were exceedingly rare , with dislike and awe . His presence was an insupportable constraint to her : -he had no sympathy with her tastes - no indulgence for her faults ...
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... excited by his arrival had sub- sided , his presence was less cared about , or thought of , than that of such men usually is . This nobleman was about forty - six years of age , with a dull , heavy countenance , slouching gait , and ...
... excited by his arrival had sub- sided , his presence was less cared about , or thought of , than that of such men usually is . This nobleman was about forty - six years of age , with a dull , heavy countenance , slouching gait , and ...
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... excitement . " There : go and be a good child , and wipe away those fool- ish tears . They can do no good , you know . " Helen slowly departed to her own room ; but not immediately to obey her aunt's injunction of being " a good child ...
... excitement . " There : go and be a good child , and wipe away those fool- ish tears . They can do no good , you know . " Helen slowly departed to her own room ; but not immediately to obey her aunt's injunction of being " a good child ...
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... exciting the envy and admiration of every one , made her heart beat rapidly . She began to think it would really be quite impossible to refuse Lord Montgomery now . By degrees , her mind became more and more familiarised with the ...
... exciting the envy and admiration of every one , made her heart beat rapidly . She began to think it would really be quite impossible to refuse Lord Montgomery now . By degrees , her mind became more and more familiarised with the ...
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... excited feelings of gratitude , which she , in her ignorance , mis- took for love , or something very like it . In all this excitement and fever of gratified vanity , Morton was in a measure forgotten ; and , when- ever she did think of ...
... excited feelings of gratitude , which she , in her ignorance , mis- took for love , or something very like it . In all this excitement and fever of gratified vanity , Morton was in a measure forgotten ; and , when- ever she did think of ...
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Page 270 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 242 - One part, one little part, we dimly scan Through the dark medium of life's feverish dream ; Yet dare arraign the whole stupendous plan, If but that little part incongruous seem.
Page 184 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Page 3 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 27 - you see, at last, the struggle between the body and the soul. You see conscience forced to yield, even in a redoubt which it had believed impregnable.
Page 30 - It matters little at what hour o' the day The righteous fall asleep, death cannot come To him untimely who is fit to die : The less of this cold world, the more of heaven, The briefer life, the earlier immortality.
Page 236 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
Page 32 - ... the peace of Pecquigny. Charles himself acknowledged as much when, in his wrath at this treaty, he said, "He had not sought to bring over the English into France for any need he had of them, but to enable them to recover what belonged to them;" and Louis XI. was a patriotic king when he declared that "there was nothing in the world he would not do to thrust the king of England out of the realm, and, rather than suffer the English to have a bit of territory in France, he would put every thing...
Page 284 - Come unto me, all ye that are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest !" He smiled and wept when he spoke these words.
Page 177 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise.