The Wanderings of a Goldfinch; Or, Characteristic Sketches in the Nineteenth CenturyW. Clowes, 1816 - Всего страниц: 355 |
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... , in soliloquy , " Emma has done with all the charming , but deceiving associations of human in- tercourse . " " I anxiously flew over the thatched roof of the cottage 0 2 195 every sympathetic touch, even of objects with which ...
... , in soliloquy , " Emma has done with all the charming , but deceiving associations of human in- tercourse . " " I anxiously flew over the thatched roof of the cottage 0 2 195 every sympathetic touch, even of objects with which ...
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... Emma is uncontaminated by guilt ! When I knew peace , I knew not thee , oh world ! ' But I gave that world my peace , my joy- and then it drove me forth a wanderer ; a wretched , hopeless wanderer , -to seek what it never will re- P 2 ...
... Emma is uncontaminated by guilt ! When I knew peace , I knew not thee , oh world ! ' But I gave that world my peace , my joy- and then it drove me forth a wanderer ; a wretched , hopeless wanderer , -to seek what it never will re- P 2 ...
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... Emma been enumerated among the tribes of nature's lovely vegetation , to have flourished a few short hours in lowly bloom , and then , woven in the chaplet of joy or mingled in the bouquet of some happy rustic , have given perfume to ...
... Emma been enumerated among the tribes of nature's lovely vegetation , to have flourished a few short hours in lowly bloom , and then , woven in the chaplet of joy or mingled in the bouquet of some happy rustic , have given perfume to ...
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... . Yet here I linger - here I dwell— And cannot speak the last farewell ! But I must tune my lyre afar , Before the morrow's western star Reflects its evening beam . That pensive star will Emma see , And breathe a 247.
... . Yet here I linger - here I dwell— And cannot speak the last farewell ! But I must tune my lyre afar , Before the morrow's western star Reflects its evening beam . That pensive star will Emma see , And breathe a 247.
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Mary Anne McMullan. That pensive star will Emma see , And breathe a vesper prayer for thee , When crossing mountain , heath , or vale.- But ne'er repeat her wretched tale Nor choose so sad a theme ! Stranger , adieu ! I'll think of thee ...
Mary Anne McMullan. That pensive star will Emma see , And breathe a vesper prayer for thee , When crossing mountain , heath , or vale.- But ne'er repeat her wretched tale Nor choose so sad a theme ! Stranger , adieu ! I'll think of thee ...
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Стр. 120 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Стр. 316 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
Стр. 349 - With aching temples on thy hand reclined, Muse on the last farewell I leave behind, Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low, And think on all my love, and all my woe...
Стр. 282 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light.
Стр. 348 - Mark me, Wilford. I know the value of the orphan's tear, The poor man's prayer, respect from the respected ; I feel, to merit these, and to obtain them, Is to taste here below, that thrilling cordial, Which the remunerating angel draws From the eternal fountain of delight, To pour on blessed souls that enter heaven. I feel this — I ! How must my nature, then, Revolt at him who seeks to stain his hand In human blood ? And yet, it seems, this day I sought your life.
Стр. 42 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 122 - It is not (replied our philosopher) because they treat, as you call it, about love, but because they treat of nothing, that they are despicable : we must not ridicule a passion which he who never felt never was happy, and he who laughs at never deserves to feel — a passion which has caused the change of empires, and the loss of worlds — a passion which has inspired heroism and subdued avarice.
Стр. 118 - But, in short, Sir,' continued he, — ' I speak to you because you look like one that can understand me — there is nothing about a woman's person merely, were she formed like the Venus de Medicis, that can constitute a fine woman.
Стр. 32 - Big — bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair.
Стр. 159 - Through mere good fortune, took a different course. The flock grew calm again, and I, the road Following, that led me to my own abode, Much...