whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.
when shall I cease to regret you!--when learn to feel a home elsewhere!--Oh! happy house, could you know what I suffer in now, viewing you from this spot, from
Perhaps she pitied and esteemed him, the more because he was slighted, by Willoughby and Marianne, who, prejudiced against him for being, neither lively nor you
And you, ye well-known trees!but you will continue the same. --No leaf will decay because we are removed, nor any branch become motionless, although we can obse
He was sixty years old and his cris，p curly hair was silver-white, but his shrewd face was unlined， and his hard little blue eyes were young， with the unworried yo
The dark cedars on either side of, the graveled drive met, in an arch overhead, turning the long, avenue into a dim tunnel.
But they were as fiercely proud, in their poverty as the planters, were in their wealth, and they would accept nothing, that smacked of charity, from their rich
His was as Irish a face as could， be found in the length， and breadth of the homeland， he had left so long ago—round, high colored, short nosed, wide mouthed and
They were a pleasant race, these coastal Georgians, with their soft-voiced, quick rages and their charming inconsistencies, and Gerald liked them.
There were pain and bewilderment, in her face, the bewilderment, of a pampered child who has always had, her own way for the asking and who now, for the first t