St. George; Or, The Canadian League, Volume 1E.G. Fuller, 1852 - American fiction |
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... looks like an oasis in the desert - the summer of life - the magic enchanter - the mysterious but lovely exorcist of sleeping memory , and " beauty born of dreams . " It is not till the brow becomes furrowed , the glance suspicious ...
... looks like an oasis in the desert - the summer of life - the magic enchanter - the mysterious but lovely exorcist of sleeping memory , and " beauty born of dreams . " It is not till the brow becomes furrowed , the glance suspicious ...
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... look on all things with delight . These are our natural feelings - they last " Until we leave the sunny track Of childhood far behind , And see it only through the thorns That after years have twined . " Then , when our hearts become ...
... look on all things with delight . These are our natural feelings - they last " Until we leave the sunny track Of childhood far behind , And see it only through the thorns That after years have twined . " Then , when our hearts become ...
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... look so gorgeous in anticipation . The fruit we had longed to eat of , " like the apples of the Dead Sea shore , " turns to ashes on the lips , and the stern realities of life stare us in the face.- We are forced to assume a cold ...
... look so gorgeous in anticipation . The fruit we had longed to eat of , " like the apples of the Dead Sea shore , " turns to ashes on the lips , and the stern realities of life stare us in the face.- We are forced to assume a cold ...
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... inmost soul , but never ana- lyze , or trace to its proper home . The idea of that look must be left to the imagination ; and we doubt not , that of all our readers , there are none but have felt the irresistible 22 ST . GEORGE : OR ,
... inmost soul , but never ana- lyze , or trace to its proper home . The idea of that look must be left to the imagination ; and we doubt not , that of all our readers , there are none but have felt the irresistible 22 ST . GEORGE : OR ,
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... Look at the character he bears ; you would not be the first fool he has deceived - there are many stories going of his falsehood and villainy . Look at the kind of companions he keeps company with - gamblers , drunkards , and midnight ...
... Look at the character he bears ; you would not be the first fool he has deceived - there are many stories going of his falsehood and villainy . Look at the kind of companions he keeps company with - gamblers , drunkards , and midnight ...
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acquainted answered arms asked beautiful believe betray better brother brow Canada Canadian Catharine cause CHAPTER chiefs Colonel Moodie command companion concealed confess cottage countenance cried dark death deep doubt dream duty Edmund entered exclaimed expression eyes face fear feelings Fergusson Ferrars final doom follow fool forever Fraternity gazed gentlemen George Gerard girl give glorious hand head hear heart heaven HENRY SIMMS Julius Cæsar King's evidence knew latter laughing look Lower Canada manner meet mind Montreal murder muttered mystery Navy Island never night obey officer pale Papineau passions Pat Murphy person pistol plot possess Quebec rars regard replied returned Royal Navy Seaward secret silence Simms sneer soul speak stood strange stranger suppose tell thing thought tion tone Toronto turned Upper Canada voice whole William Rodolphe wish words young
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Page 71 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Page 42 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Page 16 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page i - It is no marvel — from my very birth My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth ; . : Of objects all inanimate I made Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise, Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dreamed uncounted hours, Though I was chid for wandering...
Page 139 - He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Page 236 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Page 62 - Yet was there light around her brow, A holiness in those dark eyes, Which show'd — though. wandering earthward now, — Her spirit's home was in the skies. Yes — for a spirit, pure as hers, Is always pure, even while it errs ; .As sunshine, broken in the rill, Though turn'd astray, is sunshine still...
Page 34 - To what thou hast, and for the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.
Page 77 - ... there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.
Page 105 - Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? no! True — they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will Freedom's Altars flame. Shades of the Helots! triumph o'er your foe!