Sydney Beresford: A Tale of the Day ...Sherwood, 1835 |
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... Terence stood with the door half open in his hand . " Would your honour be plased to be spoken with ? " he asked ... Terence , and we shall judge of its urgency afterwards . " " What if he will not be after trustin me , " said Terence ...
... Terence stood with the door half open in his hand . " Would your honour be plased to be spoken with ? " he asked ... Terence , and we shall judge of its urgency afterwards . " " What if he will not be after trustin me , " said Terence ...
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... Terence , if it be charity he asks , give him this , " holding forth a shilling , " and " and say , I leave London in the morning ; say , I am going to bed . " M'Dermot quitted the room , and closed the door ; but he returned in a few ...
... Terence , if it be charity he asks , give him this , " holding forth a shilling , " and " and say , I leave London in the morning ; say , I am going to bed . " M'Dermot quitted the room , and closed the door ; but he returned in a few ...
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... Terence still linger- ed he feared lest ill might befall his master , and he turned a threatening eye on the stranger . " Leave the room , " re- peated Beresford , somewhat sternly : and when Terence had disappeared , and the door had ...
... Terence still linger- ed he feared lest ill might befall his master , and he turned a threatening eye on the stranger . " Leave the room , " re- peated Beresford , somewhat sternly : and when Terence had disappeared , and the door had ...
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... Terence M'Dermot , as he tight buckled the straps of his master's valise . His mind and fingers were alike busy , for he was packing and muttering to himself ; sometimes a roguish smile lighting up his good - humoured counte- nance ...
... Terence M'Dermot , as he tight buckled the straps of his master's valise . His mind and fingers were alike busy , for he was packing and muttering to himself ; sometimes a roguish smile lighting up his good - humoured counte- nance ...
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... Terence ? I do not un- derstand you . " " Out o ' the strange drame o ' the night , your honour ; for I cannot meself get shot on it no how . I try to think o ' the Elms , and the Vicarage ; but pop it comes back , whether I will or no ...
... Terence ? I do not un- derstand you . " " Out o ' the strange drame o ' the night , your honour ; for I cannot meself get shot on it no how . I try to think o ' the Elms , and the Vicarage ; but pop it comes back , whether I will or no ...
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Page 248 - O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past tracing out!
Page 125 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Page 223 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued; 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...
Page 211 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 77 - Tis midnight : on the mountains brown The cold, round moon shines deeply down ; Blue roll the waters, blue the sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, Bespangled with those isles of light, So wildly, spiritually bright ; Who ever gazed upon them shining And turned to earth without repining, Nor wished for wings to flee away, And mix with their eternal ray...
Page 231 - And can he mix them with that matchless Skill, And lay them on so delicately fine, And lose them in each other, as appears In every Bud that blows?
Page 245 - Two mossy pines, high bending, interwove Their aged and fantastic arms above. In front, amid the gay surrounding flowers, A dial counted the departing hours, On which the sweetest light of summer shone, — A rude and brief inscription...
Page 37 - But he who stems a stream with sand, And fetters flame with flaxen band, 10 Has yet a harder task to prove — By firm resolve to conquer love...
Page 223 - 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 154 - The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!