Eastbury: A TaleW. Pickering, 1851 - 428 pages |
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asked Beatrice beauty better Bishop blessing bowed carriage Chartists cheerful comfort dare dark daughter dear dear Jane Dennet door duty Dylam Eastbury Ellen Eustace's eyes face father favourite fear feel felt fire gave give glance Gotham grandmamma half Hall hand happy Hargrave Harry Harry Seymour head hear heard heart hope hour Jack Saunders Jane Barnard Julia kind knew Lady Lovel Lady Seymour laugh Lionel Revis listen looked Lord Eustace Lordship ma'am mamma master Mayflower mind Miss Eustace Miss Letty Miss Lloyd Miss Seymour morning Myrton never once parish Philip Philip Lee poor pray Rector Revis's Richard Durant round silence Sir John smile soon soul speak spirit stood sure tell thing thought told turned voice walked watching weary wish words young lady
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Page 55 - Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.
Page 143 - Do what I may, go where I will, Thou meet'st my sight; There dost thou glide before me still — A form of light! I feel thy breath upon my cheek, I see thee smile, I hear thee speak, Till oh! my heart is like to break, Casa Wappy! Methinks thou smil'st before me now, With glance of stealth; The hair thrown back from thy full brow, In buoyant health : I see thine eyes' deep violet light, Thy dimpled cheek carnatiou'd bright, Thy clasping arms so round and white, Casa Wappy!
Page 348 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Page 56 - Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. I know you, Clara Vere de Vere, You pine among your halls and towers: The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours. In glowing health, with boundless wealth. But sickening of a vague disease You know so ill to deal with time, You needs must play such pranks as these.
Page 429 - Pilgrim's Progress From this World to that which is to Come. By JOHN BUNYAN.
Page 56 - ... pine among your halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours. In glowing health, with boundless wealth, But sickening of a vague disease, You know so ill to deal with time, You needs must play such pranks as these. Clara, Clara Vere de Vere, If time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands? Oh ! teach the orphan-boy to read, Or teach the orphan-girl to sew, Pray Heaven for a human heart, And let the foolish...
Page 214 - Harassed with tormenting doubt, Hourly conflicts from within, Hourly crosses from without; All my little strength is gone, Sink I must without supply ; Sure upon the earth is none Can more weary be than I.
Page 144 - t is sweet balm to our despair, Fond, fairest boy, That heaven is God's, and thou art there, With him in joy ; There past are death and all its woes ; There beauty's stream...