Torchester abbey, Band 582Simpkin, 1857 |
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accents admiration agitation agony Alderman Anne Brownlow answered appeared astonishment beautiful became become brother Captain Clifford cheek Cornillon countenance Crimea Crystal Palace Daniel dark dear death delight delirious door Earl of Brentford earth Elan Emily emotion escritoire evidently excitement exclaimed O'Hara expression eyes face Fanny's favourite fear feel felt girls glance guardian hand happy heard heart hope hour hurriedly husband instantly Ireland Jesuit Lady Brownlow Lady Dora laughing lips listened live look Lord Brentford Lord Tipperary mind miserable Miss Plantagenet murder Neptune never night O'Grady O'Grady's observed once pale Patrick perfect perfectly poor quivering round scarcely scene seemed silent Sir Francis Sir Richard Sir Richard Brownlow smile sorrow stood stranger suddenly Susan tears tell Theresa and Fanny thought tion Tipperary's tone Torchester Abbey trembling turned voice whispered whole wife wish wonder wretched young ladies
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Seite 5 - Each, where his tasks or pleasures call, They pass, and heed each other not ; There is who heeds, who holds them all, In his large love and boundless thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
Seite 231 - Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican: If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love?
Seite 3 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. Still to ourselves in every place consign' d, Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
Seite 302 - And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ! " There was a time," he said in mild, Heart-humbled tones —
Seite 404 - When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel gone.
Seite 288 - And he who has not learned to know How false its sparkling bubbles show How bitter are the drops of woe, With which its brim may overflow, He has not learned to live.
Seite 117 - 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.
Seite 404 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Seite 261 - SONG OF THE SHIRT. WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags. Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!