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The Cottage on the Cliff: A Sea-Side Story - Primary Source Edition
Catherine G. B. 1787 Ward
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2013
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Sida 549 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Sida 151 - The purest treasure mortal times afford Is — spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
Sida 726 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Sida 726 - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Sida 726 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Sida 502 - Our valour is to chase what flies ; our cage We make a choir, as doth the prison'd bird, And sing our bondage freely.
Sida 444 - But shade her lustre; all the royal pomp Makes her not proud, but sad : the dignity That doth befit Castile, she casts aside, As if it soiled her purity of heart: But if Don Carlos in her presence stands, Then like a statue starting into life, Her cheeks blush deep with rosy streams ; her eyes Glow with unusual fires ; her arm, her hand, No longer move with langour : all her frame In animated gesture speaks the soul ; Though still her timid modesty of mind Tempers with grace the beauty of her mien,...
Sida 303 - Which have been suffer'd, and can ne'er return? Those that have weather'da tempestuous night, And find a calm approaching with the light, Will not, unless their reason they disown, Still make those dangers present that are gone.