Evelyn Stuart, or, Right versus might, by Adrian1846 |
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... hour of agony found her- self an orphan . Attacked by mortal sickness , Stuart foresaw his approaching end ; great was his sorrow at the thought of leaving his child unprotected and alone . Bitterly now did he regret that pride which ...
... hour of agony found her- self an orphan . Attacked by mortal sickness , Stuart foresaw his approaching end ; great was his sorrow at the thought of leaving his child unprotected and alone . Bitterly now did he regret that pride which ...
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... her kind protectors , and she did so with deep sorrow : they had given her a home in her hour of need , and again and again did she pro- mise , if possible , to repay them . CHAPTER III . My ear is pained , My soul 20 EVELYN STUART .
... her kind protectors , and she did so with deep sorrow : they had given her a home in her hour of need , and again and again did she pro- mise , if possible , to repay them . CHAPTER III . My ear is pained , My soul 20 EVELYN STUART .
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... hour of loneliness and sorrow , they took the friendless orphan to their hearts- they received me with a parent's love . Oh , dear Lady Moreham , I am sure you must agree with me . In their time of suffering I must be by their side ...
... hour of loneliness and sorrow , they took the friendless orphan to their hearts- they received me with a parent's love . Oh , dear Lady Moreham , I am sure you must agree with me . In their time of suffering I must be by their side ...
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... hour , the party separated . Charles slept but little that night ; his heart was full . He was again in the home of his childhood , again he paced " the floor he trod in tottering infancy . " There is something almost awful in ...
... hour , the party separated . Charles slept but little that night ; his heart was full . He was again in the home of his childhood , again he paced " the floor he trod in tottering infancy . " There is something almost awful in ...
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... hour of darkness and sorrow , boldly to speak of the people's rights , daringly to fight in the people's sacred cause . Yes , this should be his mission . He might rejoice in visiting his former home , but his place was not here . He ...
... hour of darkness and sorrow , boldly to speak of the people's rights , daringly to fight in the people's sacred cause . Yes , this should be his mission . He might rejoice in visiting his former home , but his place was not here . He ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admiration agony Allonby anxious Arbridge Arden asked beautiful believe better bless Charles charms cheer child Copan corn laws cried dare darling dear delighted duty emotion endeavoured Evelyn exclaimed eyes fair lady fancy father fear feelings felt forget gentle give glad glorious glory hand Hannington happy Harry hear heard heart Heaven Hetherford honour hope hour humble John Juliet knew Lady Alsinger listened look Lord Ashley Lord Hewiston Lord Norford mighty mind minister Miss Stuart Moreham morning mother never observed once opinions perhaps political poor principles racter railway mania rejoiced Relton replied resolved returned seemed Sir James Graham Sir Robert Peel Sir Stephen smile sorrow speak spirit spoke suffering surely tears tell thing thought tion Tory triumph turned uncon Violet voice Whigs wish words wretched young young Lord youth
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Página 62 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Página 97 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
Página 47 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 118 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found...
Página 267 - Yes, love indeed is light from heaven.. A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But Heaven itself descends in love; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought; A ray of him who formed the whole; A glory circling round the soul!
Página 225 - Extend it, let thy enemies have part: Grasp the whole worlds of reason, life, and sense, In one close system of benevolence: Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree, And height of bliss but height of charity.
Página 252 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Página 192 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 243 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 113 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.