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Abel Greenhough Abel's agony arms asked awful bassinette beautiful blank verse breast brow canna chair child clasped Cockshuthey countenance crept dark deacons dead Derrick Devonporte door eyes face faint farm Farmer Morrison father fell fingers forgive forward gazed geant gentle hair hand happy head heard heart Hollyss hope husband kitchen knees knew laid lass lassie Lavinia Lavvy leaned lifted light lips little Abel looked Marjorie Marjorie's marriage married memory Milltown mind minister Moorfield mother murder nature never night Old Scrag pallor paused pistol quiet racter rest rose Saul Howell Saul rose scarcely secret side silent Sir Thomas Browne smile sorrow speak Squire Squire's step steward stirred stood strong suddenly tell thee thing thou thought took touch trembling turned village voice whispered wife window wonder words Zach Zachary
第 82 頁 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. Duncan There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
第 232 頁 - Ah, Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
第 153 頁 - Wert not thou mine, dear heart, whilst that my love Danced and play'd upon thy golden strings ? Art thou not mine, dear heart, now that my love Is fled to heaven, and got him golden wings ? Thou art mine own, and still mine own shall be, Therefore my father sendeth thee to me.
第 47 頁 - Another misery there is in affection ; that whom we truly love like our own selves, we forget their looks, nor can our memory retain the idea of their faces ; and it is no wonder, for they are ourselves, and our affection makes their looks our own. This noble affection falls not on vulgar and common constitutions ; but on such as are marked for virtue.
第 255 頁 - She should have shone : search thou the book ! Had the moon shone in my boy's face, there was a kind of grace, That I know, nay I do know, had the murderer seen him, His weapon would have fallen, and cut the earth, Had be been framed of naught but blood and death ; Alack, when mischief doth it knows not what, What shall we say to mischief?
第 210 頁 - ... and that as he could envision finally missing the truth and yet being justified, so he can trust the ultimate disposition of his life to the God who knows, as he can never hope to know on this earth. Bless me in this life with but peace of my Conscience, command of my affections, the love of thy self and of my dearest friends, and I shall be happy enough to pity Caesar.
第 170 頁 - Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits, Or waves that own no curbing hand, How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice, that asks in whispers, 'Who next will drop and disappear?
第 255 頁 - She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face, there was a kind of grace, That I know, nay I do know had the murd'rer seen him, His weapon would have fallen, and cut the earth, Had he been fram'd of nought but blood and death ; 1 Tags of points.
第 206 頁 - ... his death. But he was not always a bad man ; I remember him when he was good and gentle, and used to meet us on our walks, and carry us home on his shoulder when we were tired. I don't know whose fault it was that he came to this, but I don't believe that it was all his own." With the last words she slipped her arm under his head, and raised it a little The lids that drooped over the half-closed eyes quivered, the breast heaved, and with a sudden spasm of parting strength, the dying man sat half...