The young prima donnaStewart and Murray, 1854 - 252 pages |
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... brilliancy , perhaps , rendered those that followed but the more dark and dismal . In the bitterness of my feelings I sometimes blame myself ; but still the firm reliance that God directs our every effort must 6 THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA .
... brilliancy , perhaps , rendered those that followed but the more dark and dismal . In the bitterness of my feelings I sometimes blame myself ; but still the firm reliance that God directs our every effort must 6 THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA .
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... feelings of variety and folly . I watched , with sensations of anger and disgust , the counte- nances of the foreigners , particularly that of Signor Gabrielli , who was my aversion . 66 His raptures at the acting of Rosalie were ...
... feelings of variety and folly . I watched , with sensations of anger and disgust , the counte- nances of the foreigners , particularly that of Signor Gabrielli , who was my aversion . 66 His raptures at the acting of Rosalie were ...
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... feelings . " We shall all be so happy in London . Only fancy the delight of your first visit to the Opera and the Ancient Concert ! How charmed you will be with them ! -I expect we shall exist upon music this spring . I shall lose no ...
... feelings . " We shall all be so happy in London . Only fancy the delight of your first visit to the Opera and the Ancient Concert ! How charmed you will be with them ! -I expect we shall exist upon music this spring . I shall lose no ...
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... feeling of exultation , which beamed from the countenance of her intended . In order that the marriage might take ... feelings . They had scarcely as yet been excited , for the last five years of her short life had passed in tranquil ...
... feeling of exultation , which beamed from the countenance of her intended . In order that the marriage might take ... feelings . They had scarcely as yet been excited , for the last five years of her short life had passed in tranquil ...
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... feelings , made it appear to her future lord and master that continued illness had con- fined Rosalie to her chamber ... feeling for her own flesh and blood . " I suppose the torture of mind the poor child endured at this time cannot be ...
... feelings , made it appear to her future lord and master that continued illness had con- fined Rosalie to her chamber ... feeling for her own flesh and blood . " I suppose the torture of mind the poor child endured at this time cannot be ...
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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.