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... hour . " The innocence of Louisa's manner , and readi- ness to satisfy any doubt , pleaded strongly with Mrs. Rivers , in whose bosom she had a powerful advocate from the first moment of their meeting . " Not to - night , " said that ...
... hour . " The innocence of Louisa's manner , and readi- ness to satisfy any doubt , pleaded strongly with Mrs. Rivers , in whose bosom she had a powerful advocate from the first moment of their meeting . " Not to - night , " said that ...
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... hours , the inhabitants of this lonely cot were lost in silence , though sleep refused its soft dominion over Mrs. Rivers and her fair guest the former reflected with amazement on the strangeness of her meeting with so lovely a girl ...
... hours , the inhabitants of this lonely cot were lost in silence , though sleep refused its soft dominion over Mrs. Rivers and her fair guest the former reflected with amazement on the strangeness of her meeting with so lovely a girl ...
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... hour appropriated for morn- ing devotion . " We have not , " continued she , · 66 a church nearer than seven miles ; for my own part , I do not think prayer less acceptable to the Almighty , though ascending from a cottage . " After ...
... hour appropriated for morn- ing devotion . " We have not , " continued she , · 66 a church nearer than seven miles ; for my own part , I do not think prayer less acceptable to the Almighty , though ascending from a cottage . " After ...
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... hours to come ; my misfortunes are beyond the reach of fate ! here have I passed these last fifteen years , and here do I mean to finish my weary pilgrimage ! " . A half - smothered sigh now heaved the bosom of the gentle narrator , on ...
... hours to come ; my misfortunes are beyond the reach of fate ! here have I passed these last fifteen years , and here do I mean to finish my weary pilgrimage ! " . A half - smothered sigh now heaved the bosom of the gentle narrator , on ...
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... hour , then feebly pressing my mother's hand , faintly pronounced Almighty God , protect her ! ' - bowed his head upon her breast , and expired . ” - CHAPTER IV . NARRATIVE CONTINUED . The wintry blast of - 16 LOUISA ,
... hour , then feebly pressing my mother's hand , faintly pronounced Almighty God , protect her ! ' - bowed his head upon her breast , and expired . ” - CHAPTER IV . NARRATIVE CONTINUED . The wintry blast of - 16 LOUISA ,
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Abbess Abbeville acquainted amiable answer arrived attended Augustus BARROIS Belmont Bennet bless blush bosom calash chaise continued convent cottage Countess Danvers Danvers's daughter dear girl dear Louisa dear Madam death desired dread Dublin esteem eyes father favor fear feel forget fortune friendship gentle gentleman give hand happiness harpsichord hastily heart heaven Henry honor hope hour immediately informed intreat Julia knew Lady Melville Lady Melville's leave letter London Lord Castlebrook Lord Danford Lord Gray Lord Melville lost Madame du Saint Maria Mary Masters meet misfortunes Miss Villars mistress morning mother never night Nottinghamshire obliged painful pardon Paris parlour passed peace possessed present promise rapture received recollection replied retired returned Louisa Rivers Rivers's Russel Scotland servant sigh sister soon sorrow spoke stranger tears tell tenderness thanks THOMSON'S SEASONS thought thousand pounds told Tom Jones uncle wish wound
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Page 1 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Page 97 - What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all! Who in each other clasp whatever fair High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish ; Something than beauty dearer, should they look Or on the mind, or mind-illumined face: Truth, goodness, honour, harmony, and love, The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Page 17 - O thou best of parents! wipe thy tears; Or rather to Parental Nature pay The tears of grateful joy, who for a while Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom Of thy enlightened mind and gentle worth.
Page 23 - Then Nature all Wears to the lover's eye a look of love ; And all the tumult of a guilty world) Tost by ungenerous passions, sinks away.
Page 86 - All nature fades extinct ; and she alone Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought, Fills every sense, and pants in every vein.
Page 144 - Cold, and averting from our neighbour's good; Then dark disgust and hatred, winding wiles, Coward deceit, and ruffian violence. At last, extinct each social feeling, fell And joyless inhumanity pervades And petrifies the heart.
Page 162 - And thus their moments fly. The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy ; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads : Till evening comes at last, serene and mild ; When after the long vernal day of life, Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love, Together down they sink in social sleep ; Together freed, their gentle spirits fly To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign.
Page i - Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, And what your bounded view, which only saw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more ; The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all.
Page 162 - These are the matchless joys of virtuous love; And thus their moments fly. The Seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy; and consenting SPRING Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: Till evening...
Page 153 - The shameless hand be foully crirnson'cl o'er With blood of its own lord. Dreadful attempt ! Just reeking from self-slaughter, in a rage To rush into the presence of our Judge ; As if we...