Husband Hunting, Or, The Mother and Daughters: A Tale of Fashionable Life, Հատոր 2Wells and Lilly, 1825 |
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... spirits into the lowest dejection . Her former grace- ful pursuits had now lost all their indulgence . She tried her pencil , and covered her paper with forms and colours , but they wore no loveliness to her eye ; she sat to her harp ...
... spirits into the lowest dejection . Her former grace- ful pursuits had now lost all their indulgence . She tried her pencil , and covered her paper with forms and colours , but they wore no loveliness to her eye ; she sat to her harp ...
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... spirit be near me now ? " sighed she , as her eye followed the fading glow of the heavens ; " may it not be on those clouds , looking down upon the narrow- ness and folly of life , and watching with heightened love and power over those ...
... spirit be near me now ? " sighed she , as her eye followed the fading glow of the heavens ; " may it not be on those clouds , looking down upon the narrow- ness and folly of life , and watching with heightened love and power over those ...
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... spirits of the dead hear , and remember , and love ? Can the great change destroy the powers of the mind , when the mind ... spirit as that which softened and refined , raised and cheered it , in its trials here ? or can those affections ...
... spirits of the dead hear , and remember , and love ? Can the great change destroy the powers of the mind , when the mind ... spirit as that which softened and refined , raised and cheered it , in its trials here ? or can those affections ...
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... spirit grew sick of the sun : And still , false beauty , he kissed thy chain With passion's bitter power ; But the strife is hushed , nor joy nor pain Can now touch thee , Allan Gower ! 4 . Here slumbers the last deep pang of the heart ...
... spirit grew sick of the sun : And still , false beauty , he kissed thy chain With passion's bitter power ; But the strife is hushed , nor joy nor pain Can now touch thee , Allan Gower ! 4 . Here slumbers the last deep pang of the heart ...
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... spirits ; took Catherine's hand , and pressed it to his lips ; she disengaged it with a look of cold- ness , which seemed to surprise him , and he pursued : " Dear girl , what have I done to deserve that glance ; I have brought you news ...
... spirits ; took Catherine's hand , and pressed it to his lips ; she disengaged it with a look of cold- ness , which seemed to surprise him , and he pursued : " Dear girl , what have I done to deserve that glance ; I have brought you news ...
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Էջ 187 - Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Էջ 89 - Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Էջ 63 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Էջ 98 - I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Էջ 255 - To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Էջ 64 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Էջ 13 - Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! Who builds his hope in air of your...
Էջ 3 - Prince! I blush to think what I have said, But fate has wrested the confession from me; Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour, Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, And make the Gods propitious to our love.
Էջ 21 - Not with the living ; They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, And make 'em truths ; they draw a nourishment Out of defamings, grow upon disgraces ; And, when they see a virtue fortified Strongly above the battery of their tongues, Oh, how they cast to sink it ! and, defeated, (Soul-sick with poison) strike the monuments Where noble names lie sleeping, till they sweat, And the cold marble melt.
Էջ 209 - Flatter had sat with his elbow on the table, and his chin resting on his hand, looking at the lady's agitated visage.