The Metropolitan, Volym 14James Cochrane, 1835 |
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... never been in love until I had fallen in with this perfect creature ; but my love for her was not the love of the world ; I could not so depreciate her - I loved her as a superior being -I loved her with fear and trembling . I felt that ...
... never been in love until I had fallen in with this perfect creature ; but my love for her was not the love of the world ; I could not so depreciate her - I loved her as a superior being -I loved her with fear and trembling . I felt that ...
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... never would and never has since left these animals . If turned out in the fields , he remains out with them , night as well as day , taking up his station as near as possible half way between the two , and only coming home to get his ...
... never would and never has since left these animals . If turned out in the fields , he remains out with them , night as well as day , taking up his station as near as possible half way between the two , and only coming home to get his ...
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... . Quitted Brussels . I don't know how it is , but I never have been able to get over a very unpleasant sort of feeling , when paying a long bill . ( To be continued . ) LOVE IN ADVERSITY . BY L. M. MONTAGU . THOUGH 36 Diary of a Blasé .
... . Quitted Brussels . I don't know how it is , but I never have been able to get over a very unpleasant sort of feeling , when paying a long bill . ( To be continued . ) LOVE IN ADVERSITY . BY L. M. MONTAGU . THOUGH 36 Diary of a Blasé .
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... Never did St. Julian , the patron saint of tra- vellers , inspire wayfaring mortals with a happier thought ; dried kid- ney beans , lupines , eggs , and garlic , was all mine host of Calatabiano could afford us . To make up for the ...
... Never did St. Julian , the patron saint of tra- vellers , inspire wayfaring mortals with a happier thought ; dried kid- ney beans , lupines , eggs , and garlic , was all mine host of Calatabiano could afford us . To make up for the ...
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... never underwent a fatigue so sharp and painful as the present : suffice it to say , that it was half - past six when we left the plain , and that we did not regain the brow of the hill until a quarter after ten . We found our attendants ...
... never underwent a fatigue so sharp and painful as the present : suffice it to say , that it was half - past six when we left the plain , and that we did not regain the brow of the hill until a quarter after ten . We found our attendants ...
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Sida 321 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Sida 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Sida 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Sida 63 - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife. Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be. Like all the rest, a mockery.
Sida 321 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Sida 64 - I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in...
Sida 65 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Sida 61 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...
Sida 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Sida 64 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.