Conrad Blessington; a tale by a ladyLongman, 1833 - 216 pages |
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acquainted affection affectionate Agnes amanuensis answer anxious appeared attention blessing Blessington brother Camden cause Charles Taylor Charles Yorke cheek circumstance Colonel Taylor companions consent countenance danger dare daughter dear Conrad dear sir dearest death deeply delight desire displeasure doubt duty ebul Edward ejaculated Emily Emily's endeavoured England Ernest Bonner exclaimed exer eyes father fear feelings felt follow Frank Mason friends girl grief Grove hand happiness heard heart hero honour hope hour indignation intention kind knew leave letter Lisbon look Major Taylor marriage ment mind minutes months morning never pain panion parent Parsonage passion perhaps pleasure present promise received Rector refused regiment replied restored returned Scotland sentiments silence sister smile soldier soon sorrow spoke stood sure surprise tears tell thing thought tion turbed turned uncle uncon WALTER SCOTT willingly wish wounded Yorke Yorke's young youth
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Page 34 - They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air.
Page 131 - Think'st thou that I could bear to part With thee, and learn to halve my heart ? Ah ! were I sever'd from thy side, Where were thy friend — and who my guide ? Years have not seen, Time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee. BYRON.
Page 51 - Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love. WALTER SCOTT.
Page 51 - land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand I
Page 158 - At once she sought and sunk in his embrace; If he had driven her from that resting-place, His had been more or less than human heart,
Page 1 - have no parents; and no friends beside: I well remember when my mother died: My brother cried; and so did I that day: We had no father; — he was gone away.
Page 71 - Oh, had we never, never met, Or could this heart even now forget, How link'd, how bless'd we
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Page 32 - the God of all power and might, who is the Author and Giver of all good
Page 111 - All — all is good, all excellent below; Pain is a blessing — sorrow leads to joy — Joy permanent and solid! — ev'ry ill, Grim death itself, in all its horrors clad, Is man's supremest privilege