Emilia Wyndham, Том 2H. Colburn, 1846 |
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... Brussels lace ! .... " " Never mind Mrs. Lenox's gown , Susan . What do I care for such nonsense ? " " You married men ought to learn for to care . It's not such nonsense , when it lets you pleasure a good wife - the best of women likes ...
... Brussels lace ! .... " " Never mind Mrs. Lenox's gown , Susan . What do I care for such nonsense ? " " You married men ought to learn for to care . It's not such nonsense , when it lets you pleasure a good wife - the best of women likes ...
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... Brussels lace , before any comes nigh . " " Susan , " said Mr. Danby , with more cheer- fulness than had been in his tone and manner for a long time , the new ideas thus forced into his mind were so pleasant , " as you complain that my ...
... Brussels lace , before any comes nigh . " " Susan , " said Mr. Danby , with more cheer- fulness than had been in his tone and manner for a long time , the new ideas thus forced into his mind were so pleasant , " as you complain that my ...
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... Brussels lace , its ribbons , and its elegant ornaments ; a bonnet still more beautiful than the one procured before - gloves , parasol - all the details of the most finished toilette , arranged in proper order around . EMILIA WYNDHAM .
... Brussels lace , its ribbons , and its elegant ornaments ; a bonnet still more beautiful than the one procured before - gloves , parasol - all the details of the most finished toilette , arranged in proper order around . EMILIA WYNDHAM .
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arms beautiful began believe better Biggs Brussels lace carriage chair chambers Chancery Lane charming child Colonel Lenox colour countenance creature cried Danby Danby's daugh daughter dear dinner door dress Emilia endeavouring eyes face father father's affairs feelings felt hand happy head heart honour hope hour husband idea indulge Kensington Gardens kissed knew Lisa look mamma manner maskerade matter mind miserable Miss Wyndham morning mother MOUNT SOREL muslin never night Oaks once pale passion perhaps pleasure poor portmanteau pretty racter rapture Rile rising fast rose round RUPERT STREET scene seemed silence Simpson Sir Herbert sitting smile soon sort speak spirit stairs stood sure Susan sweet talk tears tell temper tender things thought tion tone truth turned uncle unhappy usual voice walked wife Wilcox wish word young lady
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Стр. 352 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
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Стр. 268 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Стр. 4 - Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Стр. 173 - But patience is more oft the exercise Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, Making them each his own deliverer, And victor over all That tyranny or fortune can inflict.
Стр. 2 - ... as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death : The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect woman, nobly plann'd To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of...
Стр. 226 - Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
Стр. 191 - Alas ! how changed from the fair scene, When birds sang out their mellow lay, And winds were soft, and woods were green, And the song ceased not with the day.