Agnes Serle, by the author of 'The heiress'.R. Bentley, 1835 |
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... ( 6 May you be happy , Maria ! " I said , as she passed me . May you never have cause to repent this change ! " As she took her mother's arm , who had been waiting with some anxiety the issue of our inter- view 64 AGNES SERLE .
... ( 6 May you be happy , Maria ! " I said , as she passed me . May you never have cause to repent this change ! " As she took her mother's arm , who had been waiting with some anxiety the issue of our inter- view 64 AGNES SERLE .
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... happy , Arthur ? Ask yourscif . Is your heart at rest ? You are not happy , you are not at rest . With all your art , with all your sophistry , your heart yearns for a higher , holier creed . The repining and unsatisfied spirit breaks ...
... happy , Arthur ? Ask yourscif . Is your heart at rest ? You are not happy , you are not at rest . With all your art , with all your sophistry , your heart yearns for a higher , holier creed . The repining and unsatisfied spirit breaks ...
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... happy . In the midst of luxury , refinement , adulation , the spirit pines and craves - possessed of every blessing , as the world would say , the heart droops and withers . Ideal things of exquisite beauty come across me -I call them ...
... happy . In the midst of luxury , refinement , adulation , the spirit pines and craves - possessed of every blessing , as the world would say , the heart droops and withers . Ideal things of exquisite beauty come across me -I call them ...
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... happy : but her friend would not be happy , and declined the offer in a pointed manner . Our hero received the refusal with the same quiet , tormenting smile , and , say- ing he wanted a gallop to chase away ennui , ordered his horse ...
... happy : but her friend would not be happy , and declined the offer in a pointed manner . Our hero received the refusal with the same quiet , tormenting smile , and , say- ing he wanted a gallop to chase away ennui , ordered his horse ...
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... cheering welcome . " A happy omen this blue sky and bursting sun , my gentle coz , " said Frankland , unwinding the last cloak from his petted visiter . " I will have all smiles and no showers . " She looked AGNES SERLE 109.
... cheering welcome . " A happy omen this blue sky and bursting sun , my gentle coz , " said Frankland , unwinding the last cloak from his petted visiter . " I will have all smiles and no showers . " She looked AGNES SERLE 109.
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admiration Agnes Serle alarm answer Arthur de Beauvoir asked Beau beauty believe better blush bowed bright brow cheek child cold cousin Cranbourne curricle Dalrymple Dalzell danger dared dark Delville desire doubt dread dream dream evil earnest evil exclaimed eyes fancy fate father fear feel felt folly Frankland gaze gentle gipsy girl glance guessed Hallcot hand happiness heart honour hope horse knew Lady Susan laugh LEICESTER SQUARE Lewis lips look Lord Tarleton lover marriage mind Miss Serle Monson ness never Newton Park Norham pale passed pity plead pleasure promise remarked replied rest scarcely scorn seemed selfish Serle Court shame silence Sir Richard Temple smile sought speak spirit spoke stern stood surprise suspicion tears tell terror things thought timid Timson tion tone trembling trust truth turned voice voir whilst wild window wish woman words yield
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Страница 87 - I see the peril — yet do not recede ; And my brain reels — and yet my foot is firm : There is a power upon me which withholds And makes it my fatality to live ; If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
Страница 164 - To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Страница 164 - She was like me in lineaments — her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not; And...
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Страница 354 - Spirit of Love! soon thy rose-plumes wear The weight and the sully of canker and care: Falsehood is round thee ; Hope leads thee on, Till every hue from thy pinion is gone. But one bright moment is all thine own, The one ere thy visible presence is known; When, like the wind of the south, thy power, Sunning the heavens, sweetening the flower, Is felt, but not seen.
Страница 354 - Fear has not darkened thee ; Hope has not made The blossoms expand, it but opens to fade. Nothing is known of those wearing fears Which will shadow the light of thy after years.
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