The cottage girl; or, The marriage day1884 |
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affection answered Arthur Clifton asked beautiful beheld brother Charles Tracy cheek child cottage countenance dark daugh daughter dear death distress door dreadful ejaculated exclaimed Clifton exclaimed Ruth face fancy father fear feel felt girl give glance hand happy hear heard heart heaven Henry Maynard honour hope hour housekeeper husband inquired JOHN HARTLEY Kitty knew Lady Vernon Lawrey leave live look Lord Willoughby marriage marry Maynard Merton mill miller mind Miss Clifton morning mother nard never night painful parents passed passion Percy Clifton poor present received rejoined replied Roger Rosedale House Ruth's Sally Salscroft Sarah seen sigh sister smile speak spirit spoke Squire Clifton stood suffered Summerfield tears tell thought Three Crowns tion told tone Tracy turned valet vicar voice Walcot walked wife Wilson wish woman words Wyatt young
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Sivu 390 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Sivu 222 - Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,* Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh?
Sivu 65 - As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Sivu 81 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch, a villain, lost to love and truth — That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his perjur'd arts, dissembling, smooth!
Sivu 64 - If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
Sivu 406 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Sivu 405 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Sivu 242 - Man hard of heart to man ! Of horrid things Most horrid '. 'Mid stupendous, highly strange ! Yet oft his courtesies are smoother wrongs ; Pride brandishes the favours He confers, And contumelious his humanity: What then his vengeance ? Hear it not, ye stars ! And thou, pale moon ! turn paler at the sound ; Man is to man the sorest, surest ill.