"Noblesse Oblige;": An English Story of To-day

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Strahan & Company, 1871 - 604 עמודים
 

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עמוד 254 - Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. I know you, Clara Vere de Vere...
עמוד 553 - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
עמוד 551 - CLOSE his eyes ; his work is done ! What to him is friend or foeman, Rise of moon or set of sun, Hand of man or kiss of woman ? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! As man may, he fought his fight, Proved his truth by his endeavor ; Let him sleep in solemn night, Sleep forever and forever.
עמוד 241 - Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow: The rest is all but leather and prunella.
עמוד 242 - I never see your friend without recalling how hard it is for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven, and I regard her as working hard at her task, — the young Amazon.
עמוד 47 - All that she was sure of was, that the Countess had an unfortunate and unenviable power of holding people who did not belong to her immediate family circle at arm's length — dangling them, as it were, by the very tips of the fingers, and contriving to pour upon them at the same time, quite unintentionally, a depressing shower of cold water. Phoebe had got over her own childish terror of the Countess, and fully believed that Lady Exmoor wished well, in a repressed, self-contained way, to her and...
עמוד 189 - ... Alley to betray her service. Nay, he might even have been waylaying Phoebe in the dusk in the loneliest road near Wellfield, snatching kisses from her, insulting her, and frightening her out of her wits. Hear how Mrs Edgecumbe spoke of those gallant adventures in the light of trifles light as air. But all that was over. Mr Edmund Blount must stoop to much humbler, ruder prey. He must soil himself by the contaminating contact of those who were his equals and superiors in passion, impurity, and...
עמוד 100 - ... from God's light into darkness. The prematurely old, beautiful, but crafty face of the wife of one of the luxurious, dissolute goldsmiths of Florence, which was made to represent the innocent Hebrew peasant girl, betrothed to the carpenter of Nazareth, preached a marvellous sermon of its own to Phoebe, a sermon to scare as well as to fascinate. She stepped softly from picture to picture, carrying the lamp uplifted, so that it threw its mild light, not only on the pictures, but on . her own rounded...
עמוד 103 - You have often before now broken in on my mooning without leave, Frank; so one more offence needn't count." Thus Phoebe acknowledged her cousin, and came forward to shake hands with him, divided between gladness at seeing him, and uncertainty as to whether she might without any objection receive him there. " Now, before I ask whether you have come from London or Garnet Lodge, and all the rest of it, I must beg you not to move a step farther. You know you are on forbidden ground, Frank ; papa will...
עמוד 115 - Arms' if we had not entertained a notion that in a colossal establishment such as Brockcotes, some stray meditative mortal above the harnessroom or in the dairymaid's quarter might be waking. We therefore went on and got admission. The Earl was good enough to give me some preserves in my own line to walk over this morning, until I walk over the stubble and turnip fields. We came out to have the air and a smoke on leaving the dining-room, and we walked over here. I do not think I have been very long...

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