The False Step ...: And The Sisters ...Printed and pub. by J. & J. Harper, 1832 - 982 pages |
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... thoughts , which she saw were reverting to former welcomes home from a beloved but now deceased mother , she said to Mr. Langham : " May I tell Jeannette , my dear father , who is here ? " The well - timed question broke the thraldom of ...
... thoughts , which she saw were reverting to former welcomes home from a beloved but now deceased mother , she said to Mr. Langham : " May I tell Jeannette , my dear father , who is here ? " The well - timed question broke the thraldom of ...
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... thought the experiment were now to be made on her . " I need not remind you of her intense love for the parent she has lost . You witnessed her grief , as far as grief can be witnessed ; and for a time you felt persuaded that she , too ...
... thought the experiment were now to be made on her . " I need not remind you of her intense love for the parent she has lost . You witnessed her grief , as far as grief can be witnessed ; and for a time you felt persuaded that she , too ...
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... thought of her mother is seldom absent from her mind . I had a fresh proof of this a few days before she left me . In her presence I was remarking on the superi- ority of parental love to filial , and adduced numerous in- stances in ...
... thought of her mother is seldom absent from her mind . I had a fresh proof of this a few days before she left me . In her presence I was remarking on the superi- ority of parental love to filial , and adduced numerous in- stances in ...
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... thoughts soar to the better world we look for , unaccom- panied by the hope of reunion to some loved ones either gone before , or to come after us . To Jeannette the hope of eternity is inseparably blended with the image of her mother ...
... thoughts soar to the better world we look for , unaccom- panied by the hope of reunion to some loved ones either gone before , or to come after us . To Jeannette the hope of eternity is inseparably blended with the image of her mother ...
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... thought nor spoke again of his discovered likeness in Jeannette till the ladies were quitting the dining - room , As Jeannette then passed by him she dropped her handkerchief , and on Mr. Cooper's restoring it to her , she bowed her ...
... thought nor spoke again of his discovered likeness in Jeannette till the ladies were quitting the dining - room , As Jeannette then passed by him she dropped her handkerchief , and on Mr. Cooper's restoring it to her , she bowed her ...
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acquaintance admiration affection Amelia appeared beauty believe beloved blessed brother Captain Bathurst CHAPTER cheek Cheltenham child circumstances Colonel Hawkins considered countenance Cres Cressingham Crosbie dear father dear Hamond dear Jeannette deep distress endeavoured exclaimed eyes father favour fear feel felt forgive girl Grant grief happiness hear heard heart Heaven Henry Milman hope hour imagination Jean Jeannette's knew Lady Everard Langham Court letter Lindsay Bathurst Lindsay's lips little hour look Lyndon Madame de Stael manner marriage Matilda melancholy memory mind mingled misery Miss Langham Miss Sherrard mother nature nette never once pain passed paused perhaps reasonable foundation received recollections remember reply scarcely seemed Sidmouth silent Sir William Sherrard sister smile soon sorrow soul speak spirit spoke strove suffered tears tell thing thought thurst tion tone truth Uncon uttered voice weep wish woman words
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Page 116 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...
Page 125 - ALAS ! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Page 38 - I feel the impulse — yet I do not plunge; I see the peril — yet do not recede; And my brain reels— and yet my foot is firm : There is a power upon me which withholds, And makes it my fatality to live...
Page 14 - OFT o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash doth last) Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past Mixed with such feelings, as perplex the soul Self-questioned in her sleep ; and some have said We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore.
Page 61 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 100 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 37 - Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, And warmeth them in the dust, And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may break them.
Page 29 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not...
Page 56 - O aching time! O moments big as years! All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth, And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe. Saturn, sleep on: — O thoughtless, why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? Saturn, sleep on! while at thy feet I weep.
Page 66 - Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment — born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER.