The young prima donnaStewart and Murray, 1854 - 252 pages |
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... head in humility to his dispensations . His consolations are the only true ones ; and now I comfort myself by thinking , that all the sorrows she felt in this world have been but thorns in her passage to that eternal state , in which I ...
... head in humility to his dispensations . His consolations are the only true ones ; and now I comfort myself by thinking , that all the sorrows she felt in this world have been but thorns in her passage to that eternal state , in which I ...
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... head that such a fascinating and accom- plished girl would be rather a dangerous companion for her sons , some of whom were nearly grown up . As it was , Rosalie still con- tinued their little pet and plaything . Never did they return ...
... head that such a fascinating and accom- plished girl would be rather a dangerous companion for her sons , some of whom were nearly grown up . As it was , Rosalie still con- tinued their little pet and plaything . Never did they return ...
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... head might have been turned by the excessive praise she received , but Rosalie fixed her eyes upon the countenances of the marchioness , Lady Gertrude , Fitz - Ernest , and then upon me ; she saw that we were more than satisfied , and ...
... head might have been turned by the excessive praise she received , but Rosalie fixed her eyes upon the countenances of the marchioness , Lady Gertrude , Fitz - Ernest , and then upon me ; she saw that we were more than satisfied , and ...
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... head ; how- ever , as the late incumbent was not an older man than myself , I had lived in the hope that I might be the first to depart , that I should have ended my days at that loved retreat , and have been buried under the peaceful ...
... head ; how- ever , as the late incumbent was not an older man than myself , I had lived in the hope that I might be the first to depart , that I should have ended my days at that loved retreat , and have been buried under the peaceful ...
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... head mournfully . " You may go ; the plan is too delightful for me to put any obstacle in the way of its accomplishment , but I am quite hopeless as to your success . I cannot imagine what is hanging over my head , like a dark cloud ...
... head mournfully . " You may go ; the plan is too delightful for me to put any obstacle in the way of its accomplishment , but I am quite hopeless as to your success . I cannot imagine what is hanging over my head , like a dark cloud ...
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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.