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... better , his love was hers , proof against every change and chance . These heroic resolutions of self- abnegation , these renewed oaths of fealty to his love , did not , how- ever , exclude a feeling that Fate had given him a bitter cup ...
... better , his love was hers , proof against every change and chance . These heroic resolutions of self- abnegation , these renewed oaths of fealty to his love , did not , how- ever , exclude a feeling that Fate had given him a bitter cup ...
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... better , his love was hers , proof against every change and chance . These heroic resolutions of self- abnegation , these renewed oaths of fealty to his love , did not , how- ever , exclude a feeling that Fate had given him a bitter cup ...
... better , his love was hers , proof against every change and chance . These heroic resolutions of self- abnegation , these renewed oaths of fealty to his love , did not , how- ever , exclude a feeling that Fate had given him a bitter cup ...
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... better of in a bargain . It's a bad business ; but , after all , it's better it came out now . If Bertrand had married her , and found it out afterwards , what would have hap- pened ? Illusions can't last for ever . I suppose marriage ...
... better of in a bargain . It's a bad business ; but , after all , it's better it came out now . If Bertrand had married her , and found it out afterwards , what would have hap- pened ? Illusions can't last for ever . I suppose marriage ...
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... better ; but never , never , never will I be the means of robbing you of your birthright . Oh , why was I ever born ? why did I ever see you ? wretched , wretched , miserable that I am ! " and she sank down in a flood of tears . " Eila ...
... better ; but never , never , never will I be the means of robbing you of your birthright . Oh , why was I ever born ? why did I ever see you ? wretched , wretched , miserable that I am ! " and she sank down in a flood of tears . " Eila ...
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... better not go in and see the others . I would rather you said nothing at present of what has passed to them . Good - bye . " 66 " O my darling ! my precious darling ! when I see you in this state when I see you so ill , all other ...
... better not go in and see the others . I would rather you said nothing at present of what has passed to them . Good - bye . " 66 " O my darling ! my precious darling ! when I see you in this state when I see you so ill , all other ...
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army Bardie beautiful Bertrand better Bunny Cabourg called Calvados Castle character child Church course cried dear Deauville doubt duty Eila England eyes face fear feel felt fish force France French girl give Gladstone Government hand head heart Hezekiah honour hope Houlgate House of Commons House of Lords human Kenfig knew labour lady land laugh less live look Lord Lord Granville M'Killop marriage matter means ment mind Morna mother mother Jones nation nature ness never night old Davy once Paris Parliament perhaps Pigott poem poet poor Pope Porthcawl question round sand scarcely Scudamore seemed servants Sir Roland soul spirit St Angelo stand story strong sure talk tell thing thought tion took Trouville true truth turned whole wonderful word Wordsworth young
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Página 320 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Página 307 - ... feeling analogous to the supernatural by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us — an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.
Página 321 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 425 - It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand; It was euchre — the same He did not understand ; But he smiled as he sat by the table With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Página 561 - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Página 569 - And see! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance; Her limbs relax, her countenance Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her eyes; and tears she sheds — Large tears that leave the lashes bright!
Página 321 - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Página 300 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all...
Página 563 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Página 751 - Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...