Lodore, by the author of 'Frankenstein'.A. and W. Galignani, 1835 - 396 pages |
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... sufferings of former days , which , strewed at his feet like broken glass , might still wound him , though their charm and their delight could never be renewed . He did not go out that night ; indeed it seemed as if but a minute had ...
... sufferings of former days , which , strewed at his feet like broken glass , might still wound him , though their charm and their delight could never be renewed . He did not go out that night ; indeed it seemed as if but a minute had ...
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... sufferings , I am distressed on your account also , and shall continue very uneasy until I hear from you . " Friday Evening . " Lady Santerre and her daughter reached Twickenham . Lady Lodore went to bed , and assisted by a strong ...
... sufferings , I am distressed on your account also , and shall continue very uneasy until I hear from you . " Friday Evening . " Lady Santerre and her daughter reached Twickenham . Lady Lodore went to bed , and assisted by a strong ...
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... sufferings had departed - but that , more and more , jealousy entered into his feelings - a jealousy , wound up by the peculiarity of his situation , into a sensitiveness that bordered on insanity , which saw guilt in a smile , and ...
... sufferings had departed - but that , more and more , jealousy entered into his feelings - a jealousy , wound up by the peculiarity of his situation , into a sensitiveness that bordered on insanity , which saw guilt in a smile , and ...
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... sufferings of one , who was the victim of the wildest and most tor- menting passions , softened her bosom . She was injured , insulted , despised , and her swelling soul was incapable of any second emo- tion to the scorn and hate with ...
... sufferings of one , who was the victim of the wildest and most tor- menting passions , softened her bosom . She was injured , insulted , despised , and her swelling soul was incapable of any second emo- tion to the scorn and hate with ...
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... sufferings ; the injustice with which she had been treated - of her magnanimity and desolate con- dition ; he heard of her talents , her powers of conversation , her fashion . He figured to himself ( as we are apt to incarnate to our ...
... sufferings ; the injustice with which she had been treated - of her magnanimity and desolate con- dition ; he heard of her talents , her powers of conversation , her fashion . He figured to himself ( as we are apt to incarnate to our ...
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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....