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Page 4
... feeling of fond interest for my hero everybody and every- thing belonging to Afrel ; but there was one old dame who had always been his especial favourite . Betty Nestfield had kept donkeys , time immemorial , on the green mound just ...
... feeling of fond interest for my hero everybody and every- thing belonging to Afrel ; but there was one old dame who had always been his especial favourite . Betty Nestfield had kept donkeys , time immemorial , on the green mound just ...
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... feeling upper- most . I have not worked , so I cannot have produced anything valuable . I have not been long enough in the world to be its oracle . " " You are the same fellow as ever - the same who wrote over his mantelpiece at college ...
... feeling upper- most . I have not worked , so I cannot have produced anything valuable . I have not been long enough in the world to be its oracle . " " You are the same fellow as ever - the same who wrote over his mantelpiece at college ...
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... feel angry . " " I am sure , Mr. Huntingdon , you could give him no real animosity . " " I hope not ; " and he laughed . " So you must not believe him if he tries to make me out a monster . " " I prefer my own opinion of people , " she ...
... feel angry . " " I am sure , Mr. Huntingdon , you could give him no real animosity . " " I hope not ; " and he laughed . " So you must not believe him if he tries to make me out a monster . " " I prefer my own opinion of people , " she ...
Page 69
... feel , from such a night as this , a strong rising - up within me against what we call civilization . Nature has fewer devotees than of old - civilization only wor- ships itself . " " And yet the regret is useless . We have built a ...
... feel , from such a night as this , a strong rising - up within me against what we call civilization . Nature has fewer devotees than of old - civilization only wor- ships itself . " " And yet the regret is useless . We have built a ...
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... feel the chill of the doubtful morning ; and at the corners of dismal streets drunken women - what aw- ful outcasts ! - prostrate , yet not in wor- ship , were the only beings to welcome the advent of the winged day . Edgar shuddered ...
... feel the chill of the doubtful morning ; and at the corners of dismal streets drunken women - what aw- ful outcasts ! - prostrate , yet not in wor- ship , were the only beings to welcome the advent of the winged day . Edgar shuddered ...
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Afrel Annette Fairfort answered asked Author beautiful Betty Bingham Catalina chambers Church of England companion confess dance daughter dear doubt Earl Earl of Glamorgan Edgar Huntingdon Edward Bingham Etheridge exclaimed eyes face Fairfort Park fancy father fear feel fellow fond Frank gazed gentle girl Glenbarton Glendover going hand happy heard heart hero hills Horace Cooper J. F. Hope King's Bench Walk knew lady least listened London looked Lord Fairfort Lordship Marlborough-street Mary Linwood melancholy Miss Fairfort morning Nestfield never night noble Pall Mall Pampesterra pardon perhaps poem poet poetry Polesworth Ponsonby poor Post 8vo PUBLISHED replied rose seemed sister smile soothing sorrow spoke STREET stupid suffer suppose sure sweet tears tell thing thought tically tion told took utter Whig wish woman Woofinden words young
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Page 57 - SHUT, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land...
Page 190 - And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A Spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the Palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till Ages are its dower.
Page 132 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.