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Page 193 - tis true, By force and fortune's right he stands; By fortune which is in God's hands, And strength which yet shall spring in you. This voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost, ' 'Tis better to have fought and lost, Than never to have fought at all.
Page 60 - As guardsman, volunteer, magistrate, lord-lieutenant, member — for the sake of his name and his acres — of various important commissions, as military attache even, for a short space, to an important embassy, he had acquired, by mere living, that for which his intellectual betters had often envied him — a certain shrewdness, a certain instinct, as to both men and affairs, which were often of more service to him than finer brains to other persons. But, like most accomplishments, these also brought...
Page 413 - But as Sir Richard turned again to the window, he was met by a burst of sunshine, which hit him gayly in the face like a child's impertinence. He grumbled something unintelligible as Mary put him into his Inverness cape, took hat and stick, and departed. Mary sat still beside the writing-table, Voi~ CX -No.
Page 365 - God harden me against myself, This coward with pathetic voice Who craves for ease and rest and joys: Myself, arch-traitor to myself; My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe, My clog whatever road I go.
Page 60 - Ashe stayed up till past midnight talking with old Lord Grosville. When relieved of the presence of his womenkind, who were apt either to oppress him, in the person of his wife, or to puzzle him, in the persons of his daughters, Lord Grosville was not by any means without value as a talker.
Page 35 - I knew it was something about the stepdaughter," said Ashe, vaguely. Darrell began to repeat his conversation with Lady Grosville. The tale threatened presently to become a black one indeed; and at last Ashe stood still in the broad walk crossing the Green Park. " Look here," he said, resolutely — " don't tell me any more. I don't want to hear any more.
Page 156 - London, as a charming woman without angles or apparent egotisms; one of the initiated besides, whom any dinner-party might be glad to capture. Her relations, near and distant, held so many of the points of vantage in English public life that her word inevitably carried weight. She talked politics, as women of her class must talk them to hold their own; she supported the Church; and she was elegantly charitable, in that popular sense which means that you subscribe to your friends' charities without...