Temptation; or, A wife's perils [by C.L. Gascoigne].Henry Colburn, 1839 |
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... give , for that " peace which passeth under- standing ! ” It must not be imagined that Morton was gloomy . It is a true remark , that " the woe which makes our hearts less social , often makes our habits more so . " Nothing delighted ...
... give , for that " peace which passeth under- standing ! ” It must not be imagined that Morton was gloomy . It is a true remark , that " the woe which makes our hearts less social , often makes our habits more so . " Nothing delighted ...
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... give you better advice than I can , and perhaps he may know something of Lord Montgomery . " " Oh ! pray , pray , aunt Letty ! " exclaimed Helen , starting up from her chair ; " not C 2 TEMPTATION . 27 and he is a great deal older than ...
... give you better advice than I can , and perhaps he may know something of Lord Montgomery . " " Oh ! pray , pray , aunt Letty ! " exclaimed Helen , starting up from her chair ; " not C 2 TEMPTATION . 27 and he is a great deal older than ...
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... give way to these feelings . Go to your own room , and try to compose yourself , whilst I write to your cousin . We will talk it all over quietly , when you have thought a little more upon the subject . " So saying , she drew the ...
... give way to these feelings . Go to your own room , and try to compose yourself , whilst I write to your cousin . We will talk it all over quietly , when you have thought a little more upon the subject . " So saying , she drew the ...
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... give him one shortly . What should it be ? there was the doubt . She could hardly refuse him . He had said it would make him misera- ble ; and it was so kind of him to wish to marry her . He had been so good - natured , too ; he was ...
... give him one shortly . What should it be ? there was the doubt . She could hardly refuse him . He had said it would make him misera- ble ; and it was so kind of him to wish to marry her . He had been so good - natured , too ; he was ...
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... give up this engagement . " Mr. Gardner said nothing ; but he took the letter with as much appearance of candour as he could assume , and read to himself as follows : " I know not , my dearest Helen , where this letter may reach you ...
... give up this engagement . " Mr. Gardner said nothing ; but he took the letter with as much appearance of candour as he could assume , and read to himself as follows : " I know not , my dearest Helen , where this letter may reach you ...
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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.