The Mistress of Brae Farm: A NovelJ.B. Lippincott, 1897 - 437 من الصفحات |
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afraid afternoon asked Aunt Marion Beaumont Street better Black Nest Brae Farm Brae House Bramfield Brattle Camden Town child Colonel Trevor comfort cottage cousin dark darling dear Dorcas Dower House Drake Eddie Effie ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Eric eyes face feel felt friends gate Gavin girl grey hand happy head heart Herbert Highlands hour Howell Hugo Joe Brand kissed knew lips live locum tenens looked Lorraine's marry mind Miss Bretherton Miss Lee Miss Trevor mistress of Brae morning mother Muriel Nefydd Madoc never night Nora once pain poor Pritchard Redlands returned Ellison returned Lorraine Rosa Nouchette Carey Ruth Sam Brattle seemed sitting smile speak spoke strong sure sweet talk Tedo tell things thought tired told tone took trouble Vincent voice walked wish woman words Yolland young
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الصفحة 100 - And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
الصفحة 149 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
الصفحة 258 - But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.
الصفحة 146 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
الصفحة 28 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
الصفحة 312 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
الصفحة 304 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
الصفحة 11 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
الصفحة 288 - It might have been." Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...