Charlie Carew; and other stories, Volume 200Arthur H. Moxon, 1877 - 379 pages |
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Alice Leslie answered Archie Armitage asked Aunt Nina Barnet beau ideal beauty better Binham bright brother called Captain Danvers Charlie Carew charming cheval glass child coming daughter dear dinner drawing-room dress Ethel Everton eyes face fair feeling felt Georgie girl glad gone graceful hair hand handsome happy Hazelwood head hear heard heart Helmsleigh Henry Prescott honour hope hour husband Jack Markham John Barnet Kane knew Lady Diana Lady Rawley Lakers Lassie laughing live look Lufton Mabel mamma manner marriage married Milly mind Minnie Miss Luttrell Miss Prescott Miss Singleton morning mother Nellie never once Ormley Painton pleasant Polly poor pretty Raymond Rectory replied round Saltoun seemed sister soon speak spoke stay stood sure tell things thought told tone uncle Violet Westward Ho wife wish woman words young lady
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Page 45 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Page 185 - I see by little and little more of what is to be done, and how it is to be done, should I ever be able to do it. On my soul, there should be some reward for that continual
Page 287 - Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine — A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!"— but o'er the Past (Dim gulf) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast!
Page 305 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all its chords with might, Smote the chord of self, which, trembling, passed with music out of sight.
Page 259 - ... suddenly her sweet face like a flower, Enclosed in sables from the frost's dim power, Shone at her casement, and flushed burning bright When first we met ! My skating being done, I loitered home, And sought that day to lose her face again ; But love was weaving in his golden loom My story up with hers, and all in vain I strove to loose the threads he spun amain When first we met.
Page 250 - It must have been about two o'clock in the morning when I was awakened by a terrific roaring which fairly made the forest tremble. Sitting up and staring fearfully into the darkness, I heard the crashing of underbrush and trees close upon us. My first thought was of a hurricane, but in the confusion of my senses, stunned by the impact of sound, I had few...
Page 77 - I thought that the best thing I could do would be to give up painting and become involved in some other artmaking method. She suggested that I use writing to "try out...
Page 68 - They only blended colours and portrayed form in Berlin wool on canvas. The truth is, that home life to the majority of young women of my status in society is a very dull thing. My father is a medical man, practising at Brompton, making a good income, living in very good style, and withal educating his children thoroughly well. My two brothers are University men, and were intended for the learned professions, and my two sisters and myself, after being well grounded by a clergyman in England, had been...