Glimpses of Home Life: Or, Causes and ConsequencesJ. C. Riker, 1848 - 324 páginas |
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affection Alice Allan amid Ardley asafoetida Astor House awakened beauty became beneath Bertha better bride bright eyes character Charles child Clara cold cousin creature daugh daughter dear death devoted dream dress duties Ellen enjoyment Errington Eustace Eveline excited exclaimed eyes face fair brow Faith fancy fashion father feelings felt Flora Lester fortune Frank Frankfort gentle gifted girl habits hand happiness Hazelton heart Helen honor hope Horace Woodford husband intellectual Julia Juliet knew lady last waltz learned Lindsay lips looked loveliness lover marriage married ment mind morning morning dress mother nature never Ormesby Ormeston painful passion poor possessed pretty woman proud racter reply rich scarcely seemed Sell this house smile society soon sorrow soul spirit suffering sweet sweet child temper tenderness thing thought tion truth uttered Waterton wealth wedded Wharton wife wish woman words Wyndham young youth
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Página 234 - Ardent and impetuous in all her feelings, she htul the affectionate disposition which always belongs to such a temperament. To harsh reproof, she was unmoveably haughty and inflexible, but to kind remonstrance, she was as yielding and submissive as a lamb. Possessed of great intelligence and extreme personal beauty, she soon became a general favorite. Every one in the ship loved her, and it was pleasant to notice the softened voice and merry smile with which the rudest sailor would take her on his...
Página 187 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need — The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me, — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Página 113 - This Senator was disturbed, when to his inquiry, personally, pointedly, and vehemently addressed to me, whether I would join in returning a fellow-man to slavery? I exclaimed, ' Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing?
Página 324 - And colour things to come with hues of Night ; The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea, The boldest steer but where their ports invite, But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Página 276 - No more — no more — oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee, Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew?
Página 242 - But towards evening she recovered sufficiently to rise, and taking her seat beside the body, never again left it till the last sad offices were performed. The intense heat of the weather rendered it necessary to bury the dead as early as possible on the following morning. Attired in one of her little night-dresses, with a simple cap only half concealing her bright curls, Lydia looked as if she had only lain down to sleep. Never, never did death wear a lovelier aspect.
Página 89 - She ran out of the room, and after the lapse of a few minutes returned with a handful of flowers. " Here, George," she said (as she placed one of them in his button-hole, and put the others, carefully made up in a sheet of writingpaper, into his hand) " take these. I plucked some of the most beautiful of them for you, for no one has a better right to them than you. Good bye...
Página 237 - Yet she must not be led forward by the ignis fatuus of a romantic temper — a will o' the wisp, engendered by the vapors of a heated Imagination. She must be urged to her high task by a clear sense of duty— Religion must be the cloud by day, and the pillar of fire by night...
Página 294 - Alas ! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert ; whence arise But weeds of dark luxuriance, tares of haste, Rank at the core, though tempting to the eyes, Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies, And trees whose gums are poison ; — such the plants Which spring beneath her steps as Passion flies O'er the world's wilderness, and vainly pants...
Página 241 - For a long time her mother seemed unable to realize ihe extent of her danger, though she sat beside her, moistening her parched lips and listening to her incoherent murmuring. But I shall never forget the moment when she was first made aware of the threatened blow. I shall never forget the look of wild despair — • her cry of agony, and the sudden bending of her knee while she uttered a brief but solemn prayer. From that moment she relinquished all hope, and with a countenance calm but ever stained...