The young prima donnaStewart and Murray, 1854 - 252 pages |
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... tears , and was totally unlike her own merry self . Was it a pressentiment of evil that made her thus sad ? The expected moment arrived - the prince and his suite were at the abbey ; all was festive gaiety . A concert was prepared for ...
... tears , and was totally unlike her own merry self . Was it a pressentiment of evil that made her thus sad ? The expected moment arrived - the prince and his suite were at the abbey ; all was festive gaiety . A concert was prepared for ...
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... at the rectory , endeavouring to assist me in my preparations for my long journey ; but , poor little girl , her eyes were too completely blinded by tears , and her hands shook with too much THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA . 13.
... at the rectory , endeavouring to assist me in my preparations for my long journey ; but , poor little girl , her eyes were too completely blinded by tears , and her hands shook with too much THE YOUNG PRIMA DONNA . 13.
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... tears . " Promise me , that if I die before you quit this world , should you have it in your power to command the event , that you will endea- vour to fulfil my earnest desire , that my body may also rest under this green sod . It would ...
... tears . " Promise me , that if I die before you quit this world , should you have it in your power to command the event , that you will endea- vour to fulfil my earnest desire , that my body may also rest under this green sod . It would ...
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... tears which fell from her eyes ( although she made a strong effort to check them ) , confirmed her well - grounded fears . Rosalie now had nothing left but to weep her regrets on the bosom of her friend , whose sorrow almost equalled ...
... tears which fell from her eyes ( although she made a strong effort to check them ) , confirmed her well - grounded fears . Rosalie now had nothing left but to weep her regrets on the bosom of her friend , whose sorrow almost equalled ...
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... tear herself away from this delightful solitude . One day on her return home , she saw that something unusual had occurred ; both Mrs. Elton and the servant were bustling about in all directions , full of business and preparation . The ...
... tear herself away from this delightful solitude . One day on her return home , she saw that something unusual had occurred ; both Mrs. Elton and the servant were bustling about in all directions , full of business and preparation . The ...
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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.