A Dangerous Secret: The House in Piccadilly. Philip Morton

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S. Low, Son, and Marston, 1864
 

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Página vii - —for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Página vii - As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee...
Página 182 - God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
Página 258 - Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me Before I am quite quite sure That there is one to love me ; Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, I shall have had my day.
Página 24 - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, When thus he met his mother's view, She had the passions of her kind, She spake some certain truths of you. Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.
Página 250 - Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme...
Página 182 - For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these — "It might have been I* Ah, well!
Página 247 - I may some day find my affinity in some other woman," he would be a Sentimentalist. He would be saying, " I will eat my wedding-cake and keep it." Or if a man should say, " I am a Republican, believing in the equality of citizens ; but when the Government...
Página 228 - ROSES. HAROLD, on a summer day, Gave me roses for my hair, — Roses red, and roses white, As if pale with Love's despair. White ones for my brow, he said, Red to blush beside my cheek, And a bud to whisper me Something that he dared not speak.
Página 238 - Oh ! young Lord lover ! what sighs are those For one who will never be thine...

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