Tales of the North riding, by Stephen Yorke, Band 2Smith, Elder, 1871 |
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Amelia Spencer amongst asked Augusta Trenholm began better boat bright Brooke Cameron calm Claire Cliff cottage Dales-End Danesborough dark David Raithwaite Denise Dent's Dormer dress Espe House eyes face father Featherstone feel felt Filey Frank Raithwaite Glynwood grew Guy Trenholm hand happiness hear heard heart Helen Grant Hesildene hope hour Jemmerson knew Lady Trenholm lawn little Lizzie Lizzie Dent Lizzie's lodging looked March Edwards Meggy Willett minutes Miss Edwards Miss Hetherington Miss Spencer Miss Trenholm Miss West morning Neston Hall never night once pain passed Paul Pennerby perhaps pleasant Port St Redholm round seemed seen silence sitting sketches smile sorrow spoke Stainton stood strange Streonshalh surprised talk tell things Thorpe-Houe Farm thought told trees uncon voice walked watched week wife window wish woman wonderful words
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Seite 60 - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out » That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Seite 148 - Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main: Calm and deep peace in this wide air, These leaves that redden to the fall; And in my heart, if calm at all, If any calm, a calm despair: Calm on the seas, and silver sleep, And waves that sway themselves in rest, And dead calm in that noble breast Which heaves but with the heaving deep. XII. Lo, as a dove when up she springs To bear thro...
Seite 122 - Nor could I weary, heart or limb, When mighty Love would cleave in twain The lading of a single pain, And part it, giving half to him.
Seite 194 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Seite 1 - As the sun, Ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image In the atmosphere, so often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events. And in today already walks tomorrow.
Seite 194 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tel!
Seite 150 - Yet less of sorrow lives in me For days of happy commune dead; Less yearning for the friendship fled, Than some strong bond which is to be.
Seite 124 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea I And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Seite 237 - ... he read. He took no more notice of me than if I had been a worm, but dug his heels into his horse's sides and galloped off under the low boughs. I thought he must have dashed his brains out as he rode in among the trees. I guessed by the direction he had taken that he was going back to Fairview, and I would have given ten years of my life if I could have got there before him; but of course that was impossible.