The young prima donnaStewart and Murray, 1854 - 252 pages |
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... cause her to enter her vocation with disgust . " 66 But she is still such a baby , " replied the young man ; “ it must be a very long time before her misfortunes comme " " I beg your pardon , you forget that she 8 THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA .
... cause her to enter her vocation with disgust . " 66 But she is still such a baby , " replied the young man ; “ it must be a very long time before her misfortunes comme " " I beg your pardon , you forget that she 8 THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA .
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... cause them some surprise , it will be necessary to state the reasons which induced Signor Gabrielli thus to encumber himself with this silly , penniless widow . Rosalie's extraordinary talents had made the deepest impression upon his ...
... cause them some surprise , it will be necessary to state the reasons which induced Signor Gabrielli thus to encumber himself with this silly , penniless widow . Rosalie's extraordinary talents had made the deepest impression upon his ...
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... cause of your silence ? I cannot continue to exist without seeing you , if it is but for one short hour ! -cost what ... caused a shadow to fall over the brightness of the prospect . Fortunately for Rosalie , her only travelling ...
... cause of your silence ? I cannot continue to exist without seeing you , if it is but for one short hour ! -cost what ... caused a shadow to fall over the brightness of the prospect . Fortunately for Rosalie , her only travelling ...
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... cause ; and I wondered that Rosalie did not return his love . I was sometimes almost vexed with her for the coolness with which she often treated him , and I sympathised truly in all he felt , in consequence of the manner in which she ...
... cause ; and I wondered that Rosalie did not return his love . I was sometimes almost vexed with her for the coolness with which she often treated him , and I sympathised truly in all he felt , in consequence of the manner in which she ...
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... would have been admirable in a better cause , he sought to discover where she lived , and who she was - but in vain - no trace of her could be found . It must also be allowed that Lord Fitz - Ernest THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA , 47.
... would have been admirable in a better cause , he sought to discover where she lived , and who she was - but in vain - no trace of her could be found . It must also be allowed that Lord Fitz - Ernest THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA , 47.
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admiration affection agita agitation anxiety anxious appeared Arturo baronet beautiful Belmont family Belmont House bosom calm CHAPTER charming child comfort continued countenance dark dear death degree delight door dreadful dress Edward Bulwer Lytton Elton endeavoured excited exclaimed expression eyes Fairbourne favoured fear feelings felt Gabrielli gazed hand happiness heard heart Heaven heroine hope hour idea imagine Italian Italy Johnson kind knew Lady Belmont Lady Constance Lady Gertrude Leslie lips looked Lord Fitz-Ernest Lord Henry manner marchioness marriage Medea mind misery morning mother Myrtilla never night once Opera painful pale passed passion poor girl poor Rosalie present PRIMA DONNA remember Rosalie's scarcely scene seemed sight Signor Sir Francis Somerville smile soon soothing sorrow soul speak spirit stood suffering sweet tears Templeton tender thought tion told tone truly turned voice whilst wish woman words wretched young young lord youth
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Page 158 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Page 203 - When I remember all The friends, so link'd together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
Page 41 - Pausilippo ; and as, on their return, they glided along the moonlight bay, the melodies of Italian strains seemed to give enchantment to the scenery of its shore. At this cool hour the voices of the vine-dressers were frequently heard in trio, as they reposed, after the labour of the day, on some pleasant promontory, under the shade of poplars ; or the brisk music of the dance from fishermen, on the margin of the waves below. The boatmen rested on their oars, while their company listened to voices...
Page 243 - ... lavished upon us, almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene; the bed of death, with all its stifled griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful assiduities! the last testimonies of expiring love! the feeble, fluttering, thrilling, — oh! how thrilling! — pressure of the hand ! the last fond look of the glazing eye turning upon us, even from the threshold of existence!
Page 38 - But a woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world; it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures; she sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul in the traffic of affection, and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless, for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.
Page 98 - Come on therefore, let us enjoy the good things that are present: and let us speedily use the creatures like as in youth. Let us fill ourselves with costly wine and ointments : and let no flower of the spring pass by us : Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.
Page 189 - For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away: Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels
Page 162 - Thus, it is true, from the sad years of life We sometimes do short hours, yea minutes strike, Keen, blissful, bright, never to be forgotten ; Which, through the dreary gloom of time o'erpast, Shine like fair sunny spots on a wild waste.