Lodore, by the author of 'Frankenstein'.A. and W. Galignani, 1835 - 396 pages |
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... hope . To muse on the possibility of his return , to read the few letters that reached her from him , till their brief sentences seemed to imply volumes of meaning , was the employment that made winter nights short , summer days swift ...
... hope . To muse on the possibility of his return , to read the few letters that reached her from him , till their brief sentences seemed to imply volumes of meaning , was the employment that made winter nights short , summer days swift ...
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... hope of great future gain . It acquired an almost old - fashioned appearance . The houses began to look weatherworn , and none with fresh faces sprung up to shame them . Etxensive clearings , suddenly checked , gave entrance to the ...
... hope of great future gain . It acquired an almost old - fashioned appearance . The houses began to look weatherworn , and none with fresh faces sprung up to shame them . Etxensive clearings , suddenly checked , gave entrance to the ...
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... hope that should lead her beyond the pale which had hitherto enclosed her , or having imagined that any train of circum- stances might suddenly transplant her from the lonely wilderness to the thronged resorts of mankind . CHAPTER IV ...
... hope that should lead her beyond the pale which had hitherto enclosed her , or having imagined that any train of circum- stances might suddenly transplant her from the lonely wilderness to the thronged resorts of mankind . CHAPTER IV ...
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... excitement : dreamy , shadowy visions floated before her of what would result from her journey , and curiosity and hope gave life and a bright colouring to the prospect . The day came at last . On the previous Sunday 2 .. LODORE . 33 V.
... excitement : dreamy , shadowy visions floated before her of what would result from her journey , and curiosity and hope gave life and a bright colouring to the prospect . The day came at last . On the previous Sunday 2 .. LODORE . 33 V.
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... hope of renewing the flame , or of replanting flowers on the arid soil . Lord Lodore had just emancipated himself from an influence , which had become the most grievous slavery , from the moment it had ceased to be a voluntary servitude ...
... hope of renewing the flame , or of replanting flowers on the arid soil . Lord Lodore had just emancipated himself from an influence , which had become the most grievous slavery , from the moment it had ceased to be a voluntary servitude ...
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abode admiration affection appeared arrived asked BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty became blessing calm carriage charm cheek cheerful child Clorinda Cornelia countenance dark daugh daughter dear dearest degra delight desire Edward Edward Villiers Egham endeavour England entered Ethel expression eyes fancied fate father fear feelings felt fortune gave Gayland gentle girl glad Gowy grew happiness heard heart hope Horatio husband idea Illinois imagination Italy kind knew Lady Lodore Lady Santerre letter liers lived Lodore's London Longfield looked Lord Lodore Lord Maristow mind miserable morning mother Naples nature never night once pain painted veil passed passion pleasure Pompeii possessed pride racter replied resolved Saville scarcely scene seemed sense smile society solitude sorrow soul spirit spoke strange sweet tears tenderness thing thought tion town Twickenham uncon Villiers voice wife wish woman words young youth
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Page 256 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 218 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 369 - And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk. These all wear out of me, like forms, with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night.
Page 239 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Page 337 - We rest — a dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise — one wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep ; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same ! — for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free ; Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may endure but Mutability.
Page 394 - ... deserved the reward which I have found, yet who but she, for whom you sacrificed so much, ought to be the first to thank you? And while we all try to show you an inexpressible gratitude, ought not I to be the first to see, first to kiss, first - always the first - to love you?
Page 21 - ... honoured herself as a consecrated thing reserved for one worship alone. She was taught that no misfortune should penetrate her soul, except such as visited her affections, or her sense of right; and that, set apart from the vulgar uses of the world, she was connected with the mass only through another - that other, now her father and only friend hereafter, whosoever her heart might select as her guide and head. Fitzhenry drew his chief ideas from Milton's Eve, and adding to this the romance of...
Page 211 - Ethel, infinitely surprised, examined her guest with more care. In a few minutes she began to wonder how she came to think him plain. His deep-set, darkgrey eyes struck her as expressive, if not handsome. His features were delicately moulded, and his fine forehead betokened depth of intellect; but the charm of his face was a kind of fitful, beamy, inconstant smile, which diffused incomparable sweetness over his physiognomy. His usual look was cold and abstracted - his eye speculated with an inward...
Page 301 - Villiers sat, reading. His first emotion was shame when he saw Ethel enter. There was no accord between her spotless loveliness and his squalid prison-room. Any one who has seen a sunbeam suddenly enter and light up a scene of housewifely neglect, and vulgar discomfort, and felt how obtrusive it rendered all that might be half-forgotten in the shade, can picture how the simple elegance of Ethel displayed yet more distinctly to her husband the worse than beggarly scene in which she found him. His...
Page 197 - Her inexperience, her youth, and the timidity of her disposition, prevented her from making any endeavour to break through the wall of unnatural separation raised between them. She could only lament. One sign, one word from Lady Lodore, would have been balm to her poor heart, and she would have met it with fervent gratitude. But she feared to offend. She had no hope that any advance would have been met by other than a disdainful repulse; and she shrunk from intruding herself on her unwilling parent....