The curate and his lodger. The death of the broken-hearted. The forager of Flintshire. Alice DenbyA.K. Newman, 1831 |
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... object of my young soul - the goal for which that soul panted ; and when I learnt , although the information was necessarily imperfect , that my parents had been destroyed by the cruelty of those who ought to have loved and cherished ...
... object of my young soul - the goal for which that soul panted ; and when I learnt , although the information was necessarily imperfect , that my parents had been destroyed by the cruelty of those who ought to have loved and cherished ...
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... objects ? The effect upon me was the same ; and I must do Mr. Cantwell the justice to say , that after the explosion which I have re- lated , his behaviour to me was all that was mild and encouraging . I even extenuated in my mind his ...
... objects ? The effect upon me was the same ; and I must do Mr. Cantwell the justice to say , that after the explosion which I have re- lated , his behaviour to me was all that was mild and encouraging . I even extenuated in my mind his ...
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... object of this fair dealing , and how my own blindness regarding it led to the destruction of my happiness . A freshman at college , with the princely allowance which was awarded to me , is an object of peculiar regard to those who have ...
... object of this fair dealing , and how my own blindness regarding it led to the destruction of my happiness . A freshman at college , with the princely allowance which was awarded to me , is an object of peculiar regard to those who have ...
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... object in the commission of this foul crime was not merely to gratify his own passion , but to fix upon me the foul abomination . Of this poor Phoebe was well aware : but his horrid threats of persecution prevented her from daring to ...
... object in the commission of this foul crime was not merely to gratify his own passion , but to fix upon me the foul abomination . Of this poor Phoebe was well aware : but his horrid threats of persecution prevented her from daring to ...
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... object was , at least , praiseworthy . Granted ; but its merit alone was not my inducement ; it was the deep , the holy pleasure that I derived from it , which urged me to seek out the squalid victims of want , and the hapless children ...
... object was , at least , praiseworthy . Granted ; but its merit alone was not my inducement ; it was the deep , the holy pleasure that I derived from it , which urged me to seek out the squalid victims of want , and the hapless children ...
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Page 238 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 114 - Boon Nature scattered, free and wild, Each plant or flower, the mountain's child. Here eglantine embalmed the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower...
Page 195 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Page 243 - And, in short, let it become the political religion of the nation; and let the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the grave and the gay of all sexes and tongues and colors and conditions, sacrifice unceasingly upon its altars.
Page 242 - ... of the night, And leave but a desert behind. Be hush'd, my dark spirit ! for wisdom condemns When the faint and the feeble deplore ; Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore ! Through the perils of chance, and the scowl of disdain, May thy front be unalter'd, thy courage elate ! Yea ! even the name I have worshipp'd in vain Shall awake not the sigh of remembrance again : To bear is to conquer our fate.
Page 219 - And in the visions of romantic youth, What years of endless bliss are yet to flow ? But, mortal pleasure, what art thou in truth ? The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below ! And must I change my song?
Page 236 - Silent, though fond, who cast my life away, Daring to disobey The passionate Spirit that around me clung. Farewell again ! — and yet Must it indeed be so ? — and on this shore Shall you and I no more Together see the sun of...
Page 113 - WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day In summer's twilight weeps itself away, Who hath not felt the softness of the hour Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower? With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes While nature makes that melancholy pause, Her breathing moment on the bridge where Time Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime.
Page 138 - ... stronger and greater than it was before; his answer was, he had good reason for the same ; because the country was wild, and he might be oppressed by his enemies on the suddaine, in that wooddie countrey ; it therefore stood him in a policie to have diverse places of retreat.
Page 46 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.