Uncle Horace: A Novel, Հատոր 2E.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1838 |
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... thing never was , never will be the summer may be warm , the autumn pleasant , but if the avalanche has fallen , and the violets of life are buried beneath its snows - their freshness is de- stroyed - destroyed for ever ! Count d'Oraine ...
... thing never was , never will be the summer may be warm , the autumn pleasant , but if the avalanche has fallen , and the violets of life are buried beneath its snows - their freshness is de- stroyed - destroyed for ever ! Count d'Oraine ...
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... things born of earth to the earthy , and when the im- mortal flame , having exhausted the oil of life , seeks to re- fresh ... thing to give unto the heavens an uncontaminated child of earth ! The flowers blossom early on its grave ? Why ...
... things born of earth to the earthy , and when the im- mortal flame , having exhausted the oil of life , seeks to re- fresh ... thing to give unto the heavens an uncontaminated child of earth ! The flowers blossom early on its grave ? Why ...
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... thing never was , never will be the summer may be warm , the autumn pleasant , but if the avalanche has fallen , and the violets of life are buried beneath its snows — their freshness is de- stroyed - destroyed for ever ! Count d'Oraine ...
... thing never was , never will be the summer may be warm , the autumn pleasant , but if the avalanche has fallen , and the violets of life are buried beneath its snows — their freshness is de- stroyed - destroyed for ever ! Count d'Oraine ...
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... things make all men thoughtful . " ness . " Has Harry any such ? " inquired Mary , for the heart that loves will catch at straws . " How can I tell ? " replied Lady Ellen , adding , “ doubt- less he has . You must remember , Mary , that ...
... things make all men thoughtful . " ness . " Has Harry any such ? " inquired Mary , for the heart that loves will catch at straws . " How can I tell ? " replied Lady Ellen , adding , “ doubt- less he has . You must remember , Mary , that ...
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... Things , quite regardless of their husband's greatness , cross - grained and selfish - I hate such women , they gain the sex an evil reputation , reversing the line , ' Though she rules him , never shows she rules . ' It is good to keep ...
... Things , quite regardless of their husband's greatness , cross - grained and selfish - I hate such women , they gain the sex an evil reputation , reversing the line , ' Though she rules him , never shows she rules . ' It is good to keep ...
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Էջ 1 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen!
Էջ 64 - Mystery hangs on all these desert places ! The Fear which hath no name, hath wrought a spell ! Strength, courage, wrath — have been, and left no traces ! They came, — and fled; — but whither! Who can tell ! We know but that they were, — that once (in days When ocean was a bar 'twixt man and man), Stout spirits wandered o'er these capes and bays, And perished where these river waters ran.
Էջ 181 - MEET me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale, Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale.
Էջ 26 - Who as she smiles in the silvery light, Spreading her wings on the bosom of night, Alone on the deep, as the moon in the sky, A phantom of beauty, could deem, with a sigh, That so lovely a...
Էջ 111 - Honour, my lord, is much too proud to catch At every slender twig of nice distinctions. These, for the unfeeling vulgar, may do well : But those, whose souls are by the nicer rule Of virtuous delicacy nobly swayed, Stand at another bar than that of laws.
Էջ 84 - I loved thee passing well! — thou wert a beam Of pleasant beauty on this stormy sea ! With just so much of mirth as might redeem Man from the musings of his misery ; Yet ever pensive,— like a thing from home ! Lovely and lonely as a single star ! But kind and true to me, as thou hadst come From thine own element — so very far, Only to be a cynosure to eyes Now sickening at the sunshine of the skies...
Էջ 34 - THE PAINTER. I know not which is the most fatal gift, Genius or Love, for both alike are ruled By stars of bright aspect and evil influence.
Էջ 191 - The storm of horrours that surround its close. This little term of nature's agony Will soon be o'er, and what is past is past : But shall I then,' on the dark lap of earth • Lay me to rest, in still unconsciousness, Like senseless clod that doth no pressure feel From wearing foot of daily...
Էջ 30 - The tuilors knew his value— one in particular, when he heard of La Volante's difficulties, offered him five hundred francs a week, if he would only invent, appear, and cut out collars and lappels in his establishment. La Volante felt the insult bitterly, and ordered his valet to pet the porter to kick the fellow out.
Էջ 23 - Oh ! if thou hoverest round my walk, While, under every well-known tree, I to thy fancied shadow talk, And every tear is full of thee ; Should then the weary eye of grief, Beside some sympathetic stream, In slumber find a short relief, Oh, visit thou my soothing dream ! ODE ON BOLUS'S HARP.