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... gentle to animals , and for Edgar Huntingdon . No other of the less considerate division of the human race had ever mounted , or ever will mount Jessie , I can assure you . Edgar was standing with the old dame , on the green mound in ...
... gentle to animals , and for Edgar Huntingdon . No other of the less considerate division of the human race had ever mounted , or ever will mount Jessie , I can assure you . Edgar was standing with the old dame , on the green mound in ...
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... be substituted -whose tender care and gentle hand can never be replaced - her mother . She was too young to comprehend at the time her loss ; nor in riper years did she fully appreciate 60 . FIVE YEARS OF IT .. CHAPTER III. ...
... be substituted -whose tender care and gentle hand can never be replaced - her mother . She was too young to comprehend at the time her loss ; nor in riper years did she fully appreciate 60 . FIVE YEARS OF IT .. CHAPTER III. ...
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... gently on the fire , and stood watching them until they were entirely consumed - gave his hand to Edgar , said , " Thank you ! I shall be here to - morrow ” —and departed . Edgar sat long by the dying embers , listening to the dreary ...
... gently on the fire , and stood watching them until they were entirely consumed - gave his hand to Edgar , said , " Thank you ! I shall be here to - morrow ” —and departed . Edgar sat long by the dying embers , listening to the dreary ...
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... gentle , soothing voice , they spread out their arms and shouted frantically ; and so he tossed his defiant head and sped far away , so far , Miss Fairfort , it is sad even to recall it . I fear that not unoften poets , to all of whom ...
... gentle , soothing voice , they spread out their arms and shouted frantically ; and so he tossed his defiant head and sped far away , so far , Miss Fairfort , it is sad even to recall it . I fear that not unoften poets , to all of whom ...
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... gentle little creature , I am sure her mother was a lady . And if she was not a star out of the perfect firmament of haut ton , could not my poor uncle please himself ? I would , were I a man . You saw , Mr. Huntingdon , that his spirit ...
... gentle little creature , I am sure her mother was a lady . And if she was not a star out of the perfect firmament of haut ton , could not my poor uncle please himself ? I would , were I a man . You saw , Mr. Huntingdon , that his spirit ...
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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.