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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Do I ever cry? But I thought if it had been my brother! and almost at the thought I felt the tears rush at my eyelids, as if the shame had been mine." "The probability of its not being your brother seemed distant at the moment," said Merthyr, with his half-melancholy smile. "Tell me I can conjure up the scene: but tell me whether you saw more passions than one in her face?" "Emilia's? No.
It has far more than lies even in its repetition, with fuller detail, of what has been called the author's main poetic note of half-melancholy contemplation of life.
All these half-melancholy thoughts crowded through Molly's mind while Judy thrummed the guitar and Nance, busy soul, arranged the books on the new white book shelves.
I could fancy myself offended by a sort of irony which sometimes crosses the half-melancholy sweetness of manner habitual with him; only that as I can see, he treats himself to the same quality. October 1701. Antony Watteau comes here often now.
Then, with a half-cynical, half-melancholy scrutiny of his companion, he said, after a pause, 'What a faculty of hero-worship you have always had, Elsmere! 'Do you know anything of the end? Robert asked him presently, as that tolling bell seemed to bring the strong feeling beneath more irresistibly to the surface. 'No, I never asked! cried Langham, with sudden harsh animation.
"Peradventure, fair lord," said the countess, with an arch yet half-melancholy smile, "because that pride, or ambition, name it as thou wilt, which thou excusest so gallantly, would become too insatiate and limitless if thou sawest a male heir to thy greatness; and God, perhaps, warns thee that, spread and increase as thou wilt, yea, until half our native country becometh as the manor of one man, all must pass from the Beauchamp and the Nevile into new Houses; thy glory indeed an eternal heirloom, but only to thy land, thy lordships and thy wealth melting into the dowry of a daughter."
"Do you mind telling me what he did say about me?" asked Jack, presently. "We will not talk about that," said the clergyman. Jack looked disposed for a moment to persevere in his demand, but the father's troubled face disarmed him. "Poor Edward has had great disadvantages," he began, in a half- apologetic, half-melancholy way, "and I often fear I am to blame.
For the captain that these choose, those on board will throw up their caps. Let us bury the dead, and then let choice be made of one of us three, each of whom has claims that might be put forward" He broke off and picking up a delicate shell began to study its pearly spirals with a tender, thoughtful, half-pleased, half-melancholy countenance.
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