The Pastor's Fire-side: A Novel, Svazek 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
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Strana 40
... pressed their hands together , while a mortal coldness shot through the heart of Louis , at this consum- mation of his fate ; and stupified , he nei- ther saw nor heard for a few moments . In this interval the Empress disappeared ...
... pressed their hands together , while a mortal coldness shot through the heart of Louis , at this consum- mation of his fate ; and stupified , he nei- ther saw nor heard for a few moments . In this interval the Empress disappeared ...
Strana 45
... The Princess still kept eyes fixed on Louis , while , in a sup- pressed and unsteady voice , she answered her her governess . My mother wishes to speak with you . But , perhaps , had she known the THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 45.
... The Princess still kept eyes fixed on Louis , while , in a sup- pressed and unsteady voice , she answered her her governess . My mother wishes to speak with you . But , perhaps , had she known the THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 45.
Strana 52
... pressed to the affectionate bosom of my blameless sister ; you would be ready to pour as many tears of joy over the welcome of the little strayed lamb , as your kind heart shed floods of sorrow that melancholy night , when you found her ...
... pressed to the affectionate bosom of my blameless sister ; you would be ready to pour as many tears of joy over the welcome of the little strayed lamb , as your kind heart shed floods of sorrow that melancholy night , when you found her ...
Strana 57
... the animated Countess d'Ettrees , and was passing away through the rooms , in a crowd of atten- dants rather than of company , his shoulder pressed against D 5 THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 57 with a sarcastic laugh from the Spaniard, ...
... the animated Countess d'Ettrees , and was passing away through the rooms , in a crowd of atten- dants rather than of company , his shoulder pressed against D 5 THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 57 with a sarcastic laugh from the Spaniard, ...
Strana 58
A Novel Jane Porter. dants rather than of company , his shoulder pressed against that of Wharton . They turned their heads , and their eyes met . Louis snatched his friend's hand , and in the grasp , the embrace of his heart was felt ...
A Novel Jane Porter. dants rather than of company , his shoulder pressed against that of Wharton . They turned their heads , and their eyes met . Louis snatched his friend's hand , and in the grasp , the embrace of his heart was felt ...
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Strana 14 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Strana 374 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Strana 49 - God : and he that does a base thing in zeal for his friend, burns the golden thread that ties their hearts together ; it is a conspiracy, but no longer friendship.
Strana 233 - Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.