Strathallan, Volume 1Sherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1816 - Fiction in English |
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... tenderness of her disposition , rather points to the danger of absolute soli- tude in nourishing such a tendency to the destruction of her future peace . " At this moment the interesting subject of their dispute entered the room , eager ...
... tenderness of her disposition , rather points to the danger of absolute soli- tude in nourishing such a tendency to the destruction of her future peace . " At this moment the interesting subject of their dispute entered the room , eager ...
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... tenderness , which , in this instance , she tried rather to repress than to exaggerate . Absorbed in his own reflections , Spencer was silent ; except that he at intervals con- tinued to exclaim " I wish I had been there ; and then ...
... tenderness , which , in this instance , she tried rather to repress than to exaggerate . Absorbed in his own reflections , Spencer was silent ; except that he at intervals con- tinued to exclaim " I wish I had been there ; and then ...
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... tenderness before . " How sweet is the ex- pression of sympathy , even from a stranger ; but to think perhaps it is only a stranger be- stows it ; " then , as if repenting of what he had said , and resuming all his native pride , " It ...
... tenderness before . " How sweet is the ex- pression of sympathy , even from a stranger ; but to think perhaps it is only a stranger be- stows it ; " then , as if repenting of what he had said , and resuming all his native pride , " It ...
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... tenderness he beheld . " You are indeed worthy to weep for Strathallan ! Yet do not weep for him . Like the proud father of the noble Os- sory , I can truly say , my son , though dead , is dearer to my memory , than living merit could ...
... tenderness he beheld . " You are indeed worthy to weep for Strathallan ! Yet do not weep for him . Like the proud father of the noble Os- sory , I can truly say , my son , though dead , is dearer to my memory , than living merit could ...
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... tenderness and delicacy of the last sentiment struck so forcibly upon her mind ; never had the scene and every circumstance appeared appropriated before . As she recalled it , her bosom swelled with an irrepressible emotion . She tried ...
... tenderness and delicacy of the last sentiment struck so forcibly upon her mind ; never had the scene and every circumstance appeared appropriated before . As she recalled it , her bosom swelled with an irrepressible emotion . She tried ...
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Page 347 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 347 - But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight without thee is sweet.
Page 148 - Wise men have said, are wearisome ; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, (And what he brings what needs he elsewhere seek?) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge ; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
Page 475 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. — I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o
Page 148 - However, many books Wise men have said are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys, And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge; As children gathering pebbles on the shore...
Page 469 - The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemploy'd.
Page 259 - Ev'n now my thoughts, relenting maid, Thy temple's pride design : Its southern site, its truth complete, Shall raise a wild enthusiast heat In all who view the shrine.
Page 194 - And shriek as he whirls her around. While they drink out of skulls newly torn from the grave. Dancing round them the spectres are seen : Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave They howl : — " To the health of Alonzo the Brave, And his consort the Fair Imogine ! " The perusal of this story was ill calculated to dispel Antonia's melancholy.
Page 501 - I'll let you see My actions with your rules agree ; That I can vulgar forms despise, And have no secrets to disguise. I knew, by what you said and writ, How dangerous things were men of wit; You caution'd me against their charms, But never gave me equal arms ; Your lessons found the weakest part, Aim'd at the head...
Page 217 - Bend forward from your clouds," I said, "ghosts of my fathers! bend. Lay by the red terror of your course. Receive the falling chief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises from the rolling sea. Let his robe of mist be near ; his spear that is formed of a cloud.