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Pagina 19 - I'll make this arm a pillow for thy head; And as thou sighing liest, and swelled with sorrow, Creep to thy bosom, pour the balm of love Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest; Then praise our God, and watch thee till the morning.
Pagina 9 - Her large dark eyes, of changing light, the willing smile that played, In dimpling sweetness, round a mouth Expression's self had made ! And light alike of heart and step, she bounded on her way, Nor dreamed" the flowers that round her bloomed would ever know decay ; — She had no winter in her note, but evermore would sing (What darker season had she proved?) of spring — of only spring ! Alas, alas!
Pagina 15 - I SAW thee wedded — thou didst go Within the sacred aisle, Thy young cheek in a blushing glow Betwixt a tear and smile. Thy heart was glad in maiden glee, But he it loved so fervently Was faithless all the while ; I hate him for the vow he spoke — I hate him for the vow he broke. I...
Pagina 50 - ... thee My death — not his. From out thy whole array I singled thy blade — that my parting breath Might win the right of curses ! Raise me— oh ! Oh, for one moment more ! Ye solemn Sisters, Daughters of night, and the primeval Hell, On ye, I call — hear me, avenging furies ! Even in his hour of triumph, while the gore Warm from this wound yet reeks upon his steel, Arise — surround — pursue the murderer-son ! Let not the world know refuge for his feet : People the day with spectres —...
Pagina 11 - Mr. Mendlegs ; but that was in the beginning of the winter, and you should always remember, Mr. Hosier, that if you make a nobleman's spring legs as robust as his autumnal calves, you commit a monstrous impropriety, and make no allowance for the fatigues of the winter.
Pagina 7 - Some of my readers may recognize a parallel to a domestic tragedy, whose dreadful details made the theme of many a whispered conversation years ago; but the majority will accord to me alone praise or blame for the whole affair. If the latter preponderate, I shall have a heavy account to settle with my publisher; if the former, I shall be profoundly indebted to the public.
Pagina 11 - Nothing occurred to interrupt her promenade until, in the street last men- • tioned, an old woman bent with age, but still retaining an appearance of much vigor, carrying a staff, decently clad, and wearing a short red cloak upon her shoulders, halted directly in front of the lady, and exclaimed, 'Edith Vernon!
Pagina 11 - Her lovely countenance wore a peculiarly frank and guileless expression: her dark blue dress showed by its style that the fair wearer was one of those who scorn to sacrifice the grace of nature on the shrine of fashion ; it was admirably fitted to display, though not ostentatiously, the charms of a well formed and full figure.
Pagina 16 - I put the gun on his throat, and squeezed it till his eyeballs started out and he died, Edith Vernon! I thought that hawk was the dark-haired man, and I laughed when he died.