acquainted admit affection already answer appearance Army arrival Arthur Armytage Baltimore become brother called Castle CHAPTER child course Court cried daughter dear desire Duchess Duke expected expressed eyes fancy father feelings felt fortune give Grant Greta half hand happiness hear heard heart Holywell honour hope hour inquired interest Jack kind knew Lady Laura leave less letter living London look Lord Marian marriage married Maudsley means mind Miss morning mother nature never object observed once party pass perhaps person poor present quit remain rendered replied Robsey Rose Rotherham scarcely seemed sister smile society soon Sophia Spalding sure tage thing Thoroton thought thousand tion town turn voice week Wemmersley whole wife wish woman Wyndham Yorkshire young
第 275 頁 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
第 199 頁 - I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet. Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride; I meant each softest virtue there should meet, Fit in that softer bosom to reside. Only a learned and a manly soul I purposed her, that should, with even powers, The rock, the spindle, and the shears control Of destiny, and spin her own free hours.
第 115 頁 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
第 292 頁 - Monimia talks very tenderly upon this subject: -It was not kind To leave me like a turtle here alone, To droop and mourn the absence of my mate. When thou art from me, every place is desert: And I, methinks, am savage and forlorn. Thy presence only 'tis can make me blest, Heal my unquiet mind, and tune my soul.
第 223 頁 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
第 157 頁 - Tigris' shore, In mighty Bagdat, populous and great, Held their bright court, where was of ladies store; And verse, love, music still the garland wore: When Sleep was coy, the bard, in waiting there...
第 323 頁 - ... restore !" So speaking, and by fervent love endowed With faith, the suppliant heavenward lifts her hands ; While, like the sun emerging from a cloud...
第 75 頁 - Tis but to wear a weary load I may not, dare not, cast away ; To sigh for one small, still abode, Where I may sleep as sweet as they ;— As they, the loveliest of their race, Whose grassy tombs my sorrows steep, Whose worth my soul delights to trace, Whose very loss 'tis sweet to weep, — To weep beneath the.
第 92 頁 - Her throbs of ecstasy or pain Lull'd in oblivion all. With her, methinks, life's little hour Pass'd like the fragrance of a flower, That leaves upon the vernal wind Sweetness we ne'er again may find. Where dwelt she ? — Ask yon aged tree, Whose boughs embower the lawn, Whether the birds...