Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 páginas |
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... Martin was in the drawing - room , deep in the hook and crook marvels of Crochet , when Mar- garet flung the door open , and stood before her 1 * FRIENDS AND FORTUNE . 9 county where my forefathers had their abode. Thirdly, ...
... Martin was in the drawing - room , deep in the hook and crook marvels of Crochet , when Mar- garet flung the door open , and stood before her 1 * FRIENDS AND FORTUNE . 9 county where my forefathers had their abode. Thirdly, ...
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A Moral Tale Anna Harriet Drury. garet flung the door open , and stood before her with gravity in her manner , and mirth in her eye . 66 Martin , I mean to accept the invitation . " " Very well , my dear , I thought so , all along ...
A Moral Tale Anna Harriet Drury. garet flung the door open , and stood before her with gravity in her manner , and mirth in her eye . 66 Martin , I mean to accept the invitation . " " Very well , my dear , I thought so , all along ...
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... door , announced Lady and the Misses Fenwick . She had never seen them before , but this made no difference in their cordiality . They were literally overflowing with affection for her ; and , indeed , had loved every member of her ...
... door , announced Lady and the Misses Fenwick . She had never seen them before , but this made no difference in their cordiality . They were literally overflowing with affection for her ; and , indeed , had loved every member of her ...
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... door was followed by the hasty introduction of a head in a cap - the face somewhat red and discomposed , and the breathing remarkably short . " Miss Armadale , if you please - I beg your pardon , ma'am - but could I speak to you for an ...
... door was followed by the hasty introduction of a head in a cap - the face somewhat red and discomposed , and the breathing remarkably short . " Miss Armadale , if you please - I beg your pardon , ma'am - but could I speak to you for an ...
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... door , in as aristocra- tic a style as the hostess could have desired . The door be- ing flung open in an instant , Mrs. Crawford flew into the hall to receive her guest , whispering to her daughters in accents of smothered despair ...
... door , in as aristocra- tic a style as the hostess could have desired . The door be- ing flung open in an instant , Mrs. Crawford flew into the hall to receive her guest , whispering to her daughters in accents of smothered despair ...
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Página 39 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Página 40 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 39 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..