Althea Vernon; Or, The Embroidered Handkerchief: To which is Added, Henrietta Harrison; Or, The Blue Cotton UmbrellaLea & Blanchard, 1838 - 276 pages |
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Page 259 - ... and unavailing. Then weave thy chaplet of flowers and strew the beauties of Nature about the grave ; console thy broken spirit, if thou canst, with these tender yet futile tributes of regret ; but take warning by the bitterness of this thy contrite affliction over the dead, and henceforth be more faithful and affectionate in the discharge of thy duties to the living.
Page 65 - SONG Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist," Foot it featly" here and there, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Page 75 - I CLIMBED the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide: All was still, save, by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied.
Page 166 - YE towers sublime! deserted now and drear! Ye woods ! deep sighing to the hollow blast, The musing wanderer loves to linger near, While History points to all your glories past: And startling from their haunts the timid deer, To trace the walks obscured by matted fern, Which Waller's soothing lyre were wont to hear, But where now clamours the discordant hern!
Page 104 - Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes ! (') Gehenna of the waters ! thou sea Sodom ! Thus I devote...
Page 95 - that that's the fashion at present among my tribe j sure all my brother puppies smoke now, and a man might as well be out of the world as 'out of the fashion, you know.
Page 218 - I feel that we are destined to tread the thorny path together ;and that the friendship commenced this day, will endure till the wing of time shall sever us." While Henrietta was thinking of a suitable reply, (not certain whether she ought to adopt the style of her new and extreme friend, or whether she had best remain au naturel,) Miss Wimpole took out from her belt an ivory tablet, in which she began to make memorandums. Henrietta erroneously supposed that she was marking down a young couple then...
Page 213 - I will think about it," said he. " Dearest uncle Mark, do not think long." " I shall not — ten minutes will suffice." He took his seat in the Spanish arm chair, and thought steadfastly, while Henrietta fixed her eyes all the time on the watch that he had given her, after positively refusing to present her with a diamond ring. "Well, uncle — the ten minutes are out," said Henrietta.
Page 215 - ... his heart smote him that he had not indulged her according to her desire. They departed for the steamboat, where, as they sat on the deck, they were soon joined by Mr. Wimpole and his daughter. Rosabelle Wimpole was a tall willowy-looking girl, who seemed all a-droop. Immensely long ringlets, intermixed with downward flowers, dangled down her cheeks and over the front of her neck. On one side of her bonnet hung a long drooping spray of pallid roses, and a green veil. Her dress seemed falling...
Page 216 - Markham and Mr. Wimpole had finished their discussion on the state of the money market, and Rosabelle prepared for a melancholy parting with her father by drawing her veil over her face, and unfolding a handkerchief which she took from her reticule. Now the truth was that she was only to be absent a week, and...