 Papa could not hear me, and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again." She was a very beautiful woman, of a noble spirit, and there was a dignity in her grief amidst all the wildness...  Lives of wits and humourists - Page 125by John Timbs - 1862Full view - About this book
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 410 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again." She was a very beautiful woman,...an instinct of sorrow, that before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.... | |
 | 1823 - 442 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again.' She was a very beautiful woman,...which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, which, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness"... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 862 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again.' She was a very beautiful woman,...which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, which, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 414 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again." She was a very beautiful woman,...wildness of her transport ; which, methought, struck ine with an instinct of sorrow, that before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very... | |
 | 1829 - 804 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again.' She was a very beautiful woman, of a noble spirit, and there was a dignity in her griff amidst all the vvildness of her transport ; which, met bought, struck me with an instinct of... | |
 | 1831 - 704 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never cr a peace: every one remembers the wa§ a dignity in her grief amidst all the wildness of her transport ; which, methonght, struck me... | |
 | 1855 - 622 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again." She was a very beautiful woman,...an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.'... | |
 | 1855 - 624 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again." She was a very beautiful woman,...an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.'... | |
 | 1855 - 626 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to us again." She was a very beautiful woman,...an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.'... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 pages
...and would play with me no more, for they were going to put him under ground, whence he could never come to 'us again." She was a very beautiful woman,...which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, that^before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness... | |
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