The Novels and Romances of Anna Eliza Bray ..., Svazek 10

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1846

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Strana 7 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances ; Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Strana 396 - Greenvil; who was indeed an excellent person, whose activity, interest, and reputation, was the foundation of what had been done in Cornwall ; and his temper and affections so public, that no accident which happened could make any impressions in him ; and his example kept others from taking any thing ill, or at least seeming to do so. In a word, a brighter courage, and a gentler disposition, were never married together to make the most cheerful and innocent conversation.
Strana 363 - Then I am paid ; And once again I do receive thee honest : — Who by repentance is not satisfied, Is nor of heaven, nor earth...
Strana 398 - I desire to acquire an honest name, or an honourable grave. I never loved my life, or ease so much as to shun such an occasion, which if I should, I were unworthy of the profession I have held, or to succeed those ancestors of mine, who have so many of them, in several ages, sacrificed their lives for their country.
Strana 127 - But wherefore do you hold me here so long ? What is it that you would impart to me ? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye and death i...
Strana 162 - The Sun was set ; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place ; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings ; The prudent maiden deems it now too late, And till to-morrow comes defers her fate.
Strana 27 - When the dew wets its leaves, unstained and pure As is the lily or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers ; Or when the mournful tale her mother told Of what her faithless fortune promised once Thrilled in her thought, they, like the dewy star Of evening, shone in tears.
Strana 308 - Grant me license To answer this defiance. What intelligence Holds your proud master with the will of heaven, That, ere the uncertain die of war be thrown, He dares assure himself the victory ? Are his unjust invading arms of fire ? Or those we put on in defence of right, Like chaff to be consumed in the encounter ? I look on your dimensions, and find not Mine own of lesser size ; the blood that fills My veins, as hot 'as yours : my sword as sharp, My nerves of equal strength, my heart as good ; And,...
Strana 50 - Yea, time hath power, and what a power I'll tell thee: A power to change the pulses of the heart To one dull throb of ceaseless agony — To hush the sigh on the resigned lip, And lock it in the heart — freeze the hot tear, And bid it on the eyelid hang for ever! — Such power hath time o'er me.
Strana 122 - That Great God who is the searcher of all hearts knows with what a sad fear I go upon this service, and with what a perfect hate I detest a war without an enemy, but I look upon it as opus domini, which is enough to silence all passion in me.

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