Ravensdale; a tale, by a lady, 2. kötet1845 |
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5. oldal
... letter from Henry Percy , I confess , fills me with alarm . Anna's extreme anxiety for our arrival , I should fear , augurs much ill ; therefore , let us proceed without delay to Besica Bay , and lose no time in hastening to Bunarbashi ...
... letter from Henry Percy , I confess , fills me with alarm . Anna's extreme anxiety for our arrival , I should fear , augurs much ill ; therefore , let us proceed without delay to Besica Bay , and lose no time in hastening to Bunarbashi ...
19. oldal
... letter , giving a detailed account of the improvement visible in Lord Mowbray's health . " He dwells much , " replied her sister , on the change her appearance has undergone since he last saw her . All hope of her recovery is for ever ...
... letter , giving a detailed account of the improvement visible in Lord Mowbray's health . " He dwells much , " replied her sister , on the change her appearance has undergone since he last saw her . All hope of her recovery is for ever ...
21. oldal
... letter , but that their sancti- fying effect already brings peace to an erring , but humbled spirit . " " I have already anticipated this pleasing mes- sage , ” replied Louisa , her pen gliding pleasurably over the paper . " You are ...
... letter , but that their sancti- fying effect already brings peace to an erring , but humbled spirit . " " I have already anticipated this pleasing mes- sage , ” replied Louisa , her pen gliding pleasurably over the paper . " You are ...
24. oldal
... letters , " exclaimed Emily , whose spirits , partially cheered by the favourable account of Lord Mowbray's health , lent to her manner somewhat of its former playfulness , as hastily she snatched from Helen a small packet , which ...
... letters , " exclaimed Emily , whose spirits , partially cheered by the favourable account of Lord Mowbray's health , lent to her manner somewhat of its former playfulness , as hastily she snatched from Helen a small packet , which ...
25. oldal
... letter to Helen , with an air which aspired at indifference , whilst the mantling blood rushing unbidden to her cheek , sarcastically mocked the vain effort . " How I do hate to be detected in a blush ! " was her muttered exclamation ...
... letter to Helen , with an air which aspired at indifference , whilst the mantling blood rushing unbidden to her cheek , sarcastically mocked the vain effort . " How I do hate to be detected in a blush ! " was her muttered exclamation ...
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44. oldal - Seeing ye have purified your souls in obeying the truth through the Spirit, unto unfeigned love of the brethren, see that ye love one another, with a pure heart fervently ; being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.
157. oldal - The proud, the wayward - who have fix'd below Their joy, and find this earth enough for woe, Lose in that one their all - perchance a mite But who in patience parts with all delight? Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern Mask hearts where grief hath little left to learn; And many a withering thought lies hid, not lost In smiles that least befit who wear them most.
116. oldal - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
210. oldal - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.
77. oldal - Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook.
5. oldal - Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.
216. oldal - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
43. oldal - For, to use the same apostle's words, ' what is sown in corruption shall be raised in incorruption ; what is sown in dishonour shall be raised in glory ; what is sown in weakness shall be raised in power ; what is sown a natural body shall be raised a spiritual body.
87. oldal - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped ; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
187. oldal - By those, that deepest feel, is ill exprest The indistinctness of the suffering breast; Where thousand thoughts begin to end in one, Which seeks from all the refuge found in none; No words suffice the secret soul to show, And Truth denies all eloquence to Woe.