A Legend of the Waldenses: And Other TalesJ.W. Moore, 1852 - 343 trang |
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Alice Heath Alice Lisle Alicia amidst Annie appeared approaching arms beauty beheld beneath Blanche blessed brig brow character Charles Stuart charms château child Church companion continued countenance Court Cromwell dark daughter death door dress Duke Elmore entered excited exclaimed expression eyes face fair brow Fanny father feelings France Frank Stanley gaze gentle Gipsies glance grace Graham hand happiness Harleytown heard heart Heaven hope hour Huguenots husband instant Jessy Ellet king lady light Lisle look Lord lover Lucy Ellet manner marriage ment mind Miss Fitscammon morning mysterious Napoleon never night palace of Whitehall passed paused present Pufton Puritan regicides replied retributive justice rock rose scarcely scene seated seemed sister smile sorrow spirit Stanley stood strange stranger Sussex county sweet tears thee thou thought tion tone turned valley village voice WALDENSES William Heath words young youth
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Trang 272 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Trang 59 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn; but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you : For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew.
Trang 78 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Trang 189 - For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: He woundeth, and his hands make whole. He shall deliver thee in six troubles: Yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.
Trang 189 - Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth : therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty : For he maketh sore, and bindeth up : he woundeth, and his hands make whole.
Trang 345 - Montaigne is the earliest classical writer in the French language, the first whom a gentleman is ashamed not to have read. So long as an unaffected style and an appearance of the utmost simplicity and good nature shall charm, so long as the lovers of desultory and cheerful conversation shall be more numerous than those who prefer a lecture or a sermon, so long as reading is sought by the many as au amusement in idleness, or a resource in pain, so long will Montaigne be among the favourite authors...
Trang 248 - Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear, They were born to blush in her shining hair ; She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth, She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth : Her place is now by another's side. Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride...
Trang 118 - Thine evil deeds are writ in gore, Nor written thus in vain — Thy triumphs tell of fame no more, Or deepen every stain...
Trang 172 - I speak to Time and to Eternity, Of which I grow a portion, not to man. Ye elements ! in which to be resolved I hasten, let my voice be as a spirit Upon you ! Ye blue waves ! which bore my banner, Ye winds ! which...