LucileTicknor and Fields, 1868 - 261 lappuses |
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8. lappuse
... Past the grave - stone to move ; Of the years long departed for ever to take One last look , one final farewell ; to awake The Heroic of youth from the Hades of joy , And once more be , though but for an hour , Jack - a boy ! JOHN . You ...
... Past the grave - stone to move ; Of the years long departed for ever to take One last look , one final farewell ; to awake The Heroic of youth from the Hades of joy , And once more be , though but for an hour , Jack - a boy ! JOHN . You ...
14. lappuse
... past . You remember Lot's wife ? ALFRED . ' Twas a promise when last We parted . My honour is pledged to it . JOHN . What is it you wish me to do ? ALFRED . Well , You must tell Matilda , I meant to have call'd - to leave word- To ...
... past . You remember Lot's wife ? ALFRED . ' Twas a promise when last We parted . My honour is pledged to it . JOHN . What is it you wish me to do ? ALFRED . Well , You must tell Matilda , I meant to have call'd - to leave word- To ...
33. lappuse
... past Vex'd him still . ' If he love her , ' he thought , ' let him win her . ' Then he turn'd to the future - and order'd his dinner . F 34 XVIII . O hour of all hours , the CANTO II . 33 LUCILE . They could mark the white dresses, and ...
... past Vex'd him still . ' If he love her , ' he thought , ' let him win her . ' Then he turn'd to the future - and order'd his dinner . F 34 XVIII . O hour of all hours , the CANTO II . 33 LUCILE . They could mark the white dresses, and ...
36. lappuse
... Or more cigarettes . He had thought of his cousin : He had thought of Matilda , and thought of Lucile : He had thought about many things : thought a great deal THOMA Of himself : of his past life , his 36 CANTO II . LUCILE .
... Or more cigarettes . He had thought of his cousin : He had thought of Matilda , and thought of Lucile : He had thought about many things : thought a great deal THOMA Of himself : of his past life , his 36 CANTO II . LUCILE .
36. lappuse
Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton. 1 Of himself : of his past life , his future.
Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton. 1 Of himself : of his past life , his future.
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow Comtesse de Nevers Constànce cousin dark dear deep door doubt dream droop'd Duc de Luvois Duke emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd forgive France gaze hand hath heard heart heaven hope Hush JOHN lady letter life's light lips live lone look look'd Lord Alfred Lucile de Nevers madam man's Matilda milord motley fool mountain murmur'd Neath night o'er once pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion perchance Pyrenees reach'd replied return'd reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile soft sorrow soul star stood strange STRANGER strife sweet tears thee things thou thought truth turn'd Twas Twixt vex'd voice walk'd watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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