acquainted affection appeared assured attention began beheld believe castle cause chamber circumstances conduct consequence continued convinced cried daughter dear Decourcy delight desire determined doubt dreaded Egbert endeavoured entered excited exclaimed expected expressed extremely eyes father fear feelings felt formed gave Gertrude girl give going Greville hand happiness hear heard heart heaven hope hour idea imagined immediately interest Jacintha kind knew lady leave length letter longer looks lord Gwytherin lord Henry manner means melancholy mind minutes Miss moment morning mother nature never occasion Oswald pain parlour passed passion perceived permit person pleasure present promise quit reason received reflected regard regret repeated replied respecting scarcely short situation soon sorrow speak suppose sure surprise tears tenderness thing thought tion took trembling turned voice wish Woodville Wyefield
Page 88 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 14 - Since every man who lives, is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. Even kings but play; and when their part is done, Some other, worse or better, mount the throne.
Page 10 - And elegance, and taste : the faultless form, Shaped by the hand of harmony ; the cheek, Where the live crimson, through the native white Soft-shooting, o'er the face diffuses bloom, And every nameless grace ; the parted lip, Like the red rose-bud moist with morning dew, Breathing delight...
Page 31 - Oh, knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retir'd, Drinks the pure pleasures of the Rural Life.
Page 4 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 66 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 139 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 90 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.