James Gordon's Wife, Volume 2Hurst and Blackett, 1871 |
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... Sure- ly , my dear Mr. Gordon , you agree with me ? " " I should agree with you , no doubt , Lady Louisa , if I had any idea to what matters you were referring . " 66 My dear Mr. Gordon , how can you ask ? I refer to les affaires du ...
... Sure- ly , my dear Mr. Gordon , you agree with me ? " " I should agree with you , no doubt , Lady Louisa , if I had any idea to what matters you were referring . " 66 My dear Mr. Gordon , how can you ask ? I refer to les affaires du ...
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... sure he wonders the same . " " Eh , but he is blown ! Has he been a boltin ' wi ' ya , sir ? " inquired the ostler ; to whom James was a stranger . " No , " said James , shortly : " He is knock- ed up , though , as you perceive . I must ...
... sure he wonders the same . " " Eh , but he is blown ! Has he been a boltin ' wi ' ya , sir ? " inquired the ostler ; to whom James was a stranger . " No , " said James , shortly : " He is knock- ed up , though , as you perceive . I must ...
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... he was by no means sure that young Gordon had not been play- ing fast and loose with her . He would at least watch over her ; he would at least let her know that , whoever else might fail her 30 JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
... he was by no means sure that young Gordon had not been play- ing fast and loose with her . He would at least watch over her ; he would at least let her know that , whoever else might fail her 30 JAMES GORDON'S WIFE .
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... sure , though , now that I have you . Don't give me up , Gabrielle - but I'm sadly wanting in natural affection . I've got no soul ; and , in con- sequence , no heart . " 66 Cissy ! " " Not a morsel , dear ; and I'm glad . Hearts are ...
... sure , though , now that I have you . Don't give me up , Gabrielle - but I'm sadly wanting in natural affection . I've got no soul ; and , in con- sequence , no heart . " 66 Cissy ! " " Not a morsel , dear ; and I'm glad . Hearts are ...
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... of the steps , answering ques- tions , and flirting - or appearances deceived -with The . " Oh , Mr. Gordon ! do keep your gun still ! I'm sure it will go off and shoot me . ' " And I am sure that - even were it JAMES GORDON'S WIFE . 39.
... of the steps , answering ques- tions , and flirting - or appearances deceived -with The . " Oh , Mr. Gordon ! do keep your gun still ! I'm sure it will go off and shoot me . ' " And I am sure that - even were it JAMES GORDON'S WIFE . 39.
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Page 207 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 207 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 96 - ROCK ME TO SLEEP BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, — rock me to sleep!
Page 282 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Page 96 - Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep — Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep!
Page 96 - Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green Blossomed and faded, our faces between; Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain. Long I tonight for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep; Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep.
Page 108 - Be mine a philosopher's life in the quiet woodland ways, Where if I cannot be gay let a passionless peace be my lot, Far-off from the clamour of liars belied in the hubbub of lies ; From the long-neck'd geese of the world that are ever hissing dispraise Because their natures are little, and, whether he heed it or not, Where each man walks with his head in a cloud of poisonous flies.
Page 108 - Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above; Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will; You have but fed on the roses and lain in the lilies of life.
Page 163 - honour, and keep her ' — ' forsake all other ' for her : but will he 'love her' — the first of all? And, if not, what is he going to do? To perjure himself in the sight of God, if not in the sight of man — to kneel before God's altar as a hypocrite — Oh, it is awful ! I cannot think of it.