Muriel: Or, Social Fetters. A NovelSkeet, 1867 - 440 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Albrandoni Aubyn Aunt Griselda beauty Beltravers bless Bouverie de Lisle bride Captain Palmer Carlotta Grisi CHAPTER charming cheek cheval glass church Comprimario Costesca Count daughter dear dinner Doctor donna Duchess Dupréz exclaimed eyes face fair fear feel felt Fiesole Flimsey flowers gentle Gerald Gisella Glengarrow graceful hand happy heard heart heroine honour hope husband Italian Lady de Lisle Lady Guinever Lady Hazlitt Lady Mildred Ladyship laugh letter lips Lisle Court Lisle's little Muriel London look Lord Glentworth marriage married master Miss Brandon morning mother never niece night noble once Park Lane passed Peachum perhaps Petersham poor Muriel pretty prima donna Prince Queen replied Romani scarcely sighed Signorina singing Sir Bouverie sister smile soul sweet tears tender thought true turned uncle voice Waldemar Warwickshire wife woman words young lady youth
Pasajes populares
Página 426 - For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 426 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 301 - A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er, And her head drooped as when the lily lies O'ercharged with rain: her summoned handmaids bore Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes ; Of herbs and cordials they produced their store : But she defied all means they could employ, Like one life could not hold nor death destroy.
Página 273 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 43 - Oh, cuckoo, shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Página 265 - But fly the boundary of the Senses — live The Ideal life free Thought can give ; And, lo, the gulf shall vanish, and the chill Of the soul's impotent despair be gone! And with divinity thou sharest the throne, Let but divinity become thy will...
Página 332 - Gradually, however, listening to the claims of his art, Julius Benedict proved to the world, in 1857, that he had lost none of his pristine talent, by the manner in which he wrote an overture and incidental music to the tragedy of Macbeth...
Página 426 - More things are wrought by PRAYER Than the world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Página 428 - This is a remnant of a most sacred truth, which has survived the fall. But, sad, sad, is the common practice : marriage is entered on for mere outward considerations — for beauty, caprice, passion, mis-called love — for rank, wealth, station, a home, with scarce any reference to interior fitness and qualifications.