Village Belles: A Novel, Том 1Harper, 1833 |
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Стр. 27 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Стр. 55 - As may express them best ; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought...
Стр. 196 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee ; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge ; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God ; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried ; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Стр. 105 - Happiness is the natural design of all the world ; and everything we see done, is meant in order to attain it. My imagination places it in friendship, by friendship I mean an entire communication of thoughts, wishes, interests, and pleasures, being undivided ; a mutual esteem, which naturally carries with it a pleasing sweetness of conversation, and terminates in the desire of making one or another happy...
Стр. 103 - But who is this, what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems, That, so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way, sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving...
Стр. 147 - What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Стр. 194 - Where joy, heart's-ease, and comforts grow, You'd scorn proud towers, And seek them in these bowers, Where winds sometimes our woods perhaps may shake, But blustering care could never tempest make ; Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us, Saving of fountains that glide by us.
Стр. 109 - ... There is a quiet after the abandoning of pursuits, something like the rest that follows a laborious day. I tell you this for your comfort. It was formerly a terrifying view to me, that I should one day be an old woman. I now find that Nature has provided pleasures for every state. Those are only unhappy who will not be contented with what she gives, but strive to break through her laws, by affecting a perpetuity of youth, which appears to me as little desirable at present as the babies do to...
Стр. 105 - Besides, you can give me something in return," and, turning to Pauline, " Will you be so kind as to give me a glass of water ? No, nothing else, a glass of cold water ; I am dying of thirst." "And I," said Bettina, laughing, while Pauline ran to fetch the water, " I am dying of something else — of hunger, to tell the truth. Monsieur le Cure — I know that I am going to be dreadfully intrusive ; I see your cloth is laid...
Стр. 44 - Behold the picture ! Is it like ? Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip And then skip down again ; pronounce a text ; Cry — hem ; and reading what they never wrote Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...