The woman of genius [by mrs. Ross].1821 |
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... imagination cannot fathom , and which the soul cannot view nearly ? Death is terrible to the old even , bowed down by the pressure of age , infirmity , and misery what it must be to those who grasp life with all the te- nacity of ...
... imagination cannot fathom , and which the soul cannot view nearly ? Death is terrible to the old even , bowed down by the pressure of age , infirmity , and misery what it must be to those who grasp life with all the te- nacity of ...
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... imagination , she was irritated because Edith Avondel was not affected by the same emotions . She spoke not to any of her companions . She did not dare to indulge in speculations on a future , which she yet feared she should not enjoy ...
... imagination , she was irritated because Edith Avondel was not affected by the same emotions . She spoke not to any of her companions . She did not dare to indulge in speculations on a future , which she yet feared she should not enjoy ...
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... he held a carriage drawn by four horses ; the carriage , the horses , and the driver , were so minute , that the whole was covered by the wings of a fly of great effort of the imagination , into your servants 38 THE WOMAN OF GENIUS .
... he held a carriage drawn by four horses ; the carriage , the horses , and the driver , were so minute , that the whole was covered by the wings of a fly of great effort of the imagination , into your servants 38 THE WOMAN OF GENIUS .
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mrs. Ross. of great effort of the imagination , into your servants , and you will think lightly of that present danger which the memory the past teaches you to exaggerate . " " My imaginative powers will not carry me quite so far ...
mrs. Ross. of great effort of the imagination , into your servants , and you will think lightly of that present danger which the memory the past teaches you to exaggerate . " " My imaginative powers will not carry me quite so far ...
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... imagination was not sufficiently active to sketch a variety of faces in all possible points of view , not one of which she might hereafter find had given her the least idea of such a man as he really was . No ; it was sufficient for ...
... imagination was not sufficiently active to sketch a variety of faces in all possible points of view , not one of which she might hereafter find had given her the least idea of such a man as he really was . No ; it was sufficient for ...
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acquaintance admiration affected animated Ann's anxious appeared attachment beauty bright brother calm Captain Fitzelm CHAP character cheek coldness colour considered continually countenance Countess Countess of Athol dark dear dear Jane death delighted desire Doctor Balladon Earl of Athol Edith Avondel emotion endeavouring endure engagement enjoy father favour fear feeling felicity felt Fitz Fitzelm family Fitzelm Park genius glowing Grace Grove Ashton happiness heart heaven honour hope imagination Jane Jane's knew Lady Athol Lady Fitzelm look lover Major Wolsey manner Mary Bodell ment mind misery Miss Ann Fitzelm Miss Avon Miss Avondel Miss Fitzelm mother mystery nature ness never pain pale Parsonage passion perceived perhaps person possessed possible precisely present racter Rashleigh rendered replied scarcely Seafield seemed sentiment silence singular Sir Adel Sir Adelmar Fitzelm Sir James smile soul suffer thing thought tion whilst William wish woman Zimri
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Sida 12 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Sida 41 - Are you a man ? Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff ! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan.
Sida 102 - They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Sida 143 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 22 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Sida 40 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted deviL If he do bleed, I '11 gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Sida 197 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.