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... tears falling beneath her beams , tears of sorrow and of joy - of whispers , of sighs , of beat- ing hearts , and clasping hands - of partings , too , and meetings , where the woe or the bliss of a lifetime seemed gathered into one ...
... tears falling beneath her beams , tears of sorrow and of joy - of whispers , of sighs , of beat- ing hearts , and clasping hands - of partings , too , and meetings , where the woe or the bliss of a lifetime seemed gathered into one ...
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... tears , and covered her cheek with blushes . Still there was one consoling thought ; for this shame had not come all too late ; she might yet amend , and in some degree atone ; this was still in her power , and her eye brightened and ...
... tears , and covered her cheek with blushes . Still there was one consoling thought ; for this shame had not come all too late ; she might yet amend , and in some degree atone ; this was still in her power , and her eye brightened and ...
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... tears were rising perilously near to her downcast eyes , when Sir Henry Western came in , and seating himself beside her , began to talk in his old , pleasant , familiar style . Well , it was very kind of Sir Henry -doubtless he saw ...
... tears were rising perilously near to her downcast eyes , when Sir Henry Western came in , and seating himself beside her , began to talk in his old , pleasant , familiar style . Well , it was very kind of Sir Henry -doubtless he saw ...
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... tears ; Walter was still deadly pale . " I thought you talked of being tired , Annie ! if that was true , it's very foolish to stand lingering here ; come -come in at once ! " Somewhat roughly he drew her arm within his own , JANET ...
... tears ; Walter was still deadly pale . " I thought you talked of being tired , Annie ! if that was true , it's very foolish to stand lingering here ; come -come in at once ! " Somewhat roughly he drew her arm within his own , JANET ...
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... was a pause ; the tears were rising in Janet's eyes , as she continued to gaze at the representation of her former home . At length , and literally thinking aloud- VOL . III . D " How happy I was , " she said in JANET MOWBRAY . 65.
... was a pause ; the tears were rising in Janet's eyes , as she continued to gaze at the representation of her former home . At length , and literally thinking aloud- VOL . III . D " How happy I was , " she said in JANET MOWBRAY . 65.
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afraid agitation Annie Campbell Annie's appeared Ashcombe asked aunt brother Bruce Combe Hill cottage cousin Crau cried Edward dear dinner door drawing-room Edward Wyndham Emily Emily's exclaimed eyes Featherstone feeling ford gaze gone Grange hand happy Harefield hear you sing heart hope inquired Isabel Janet Mowbray Janet sat kind knew Lady Ruther Lady Rutherford let me ride listen looked Miss Attwood Miss Campbell Miss Mow Miss Mowbray morning never night once painful pale party passed pause pleasant pray present quiet replied Janet Romeo and Juliet Rupert Street Rutherford Park Saladin Sarah sigh silence Sir Henry Western sister smile soon spoke stairs stay stood strange sudden suddenly suppose sure surprise take leave talk tears tell thing thought tion to-day to-morrow told trial turned voice walked Walter Crauford window wish Wood's End words
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Page 279 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 2 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love, I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, . Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns...
Page 185 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Page 143 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 265 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Page 234 - The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays; and yet my sorrow springs.
Page 143 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 143 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Page 292 - Not the applauding thunder at its heels Which men call Fame. Our night is past ; We stand in precious sunrise, and beyond A long, day stretches to the very end.
Page 264 - Walter felt it ; and when she ceased, he bent down, and said something in a low voice, at which she smiled and blushed, and...