Rosamund Gray, essays, letters, and poemsW. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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... Marg . Each day I endure fresh insult from the scorn Of Woodvil's friends , the uncivil jests And free discourses of the dissolute men That haunt this mansion , making me their mirth . Sand . Does my young master know of these affronts ?
... Marg . Each day I endure fresh insult from the scorn Of Woodvil's friends , the uncivil jests And free discourses of the dissolute men That haunt this mansion , making me their mirth . Sand . Does my young master know of these affronts ?
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... Marg . I am the daughter of his father's friend , Sir Walter's orphan ward . ་ I am not his servant maid , that I should wait The opportunity of a gracious hearing , Enquire the times and seasons when to put My peevish prayer up at ...
... Marg . I am the daughter of his father's friend , Sir Walter's orphan ward . ་ I am not his servant maid , that I should wait The opportunity of a gracious hearing , Enquire the times and seasons when to put My peevish prayer up at ...
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... Marg . I know not how it is ; A cold protector is John grown to me . The mistress , and presumptive wife , of Woodvil Can never stoop so low to supplicate A man , her equal , to redress those wrongs , Which he was bound first to prevent ...
... Marg . I know not how it is ; A cold protector is John grown to me . The mistress , and presumptive wife , of Woodvil Can never stoop so low to supplicate A man , her equal , to redress those wrongs , Which he was bound first to prevent ...
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... Marg . That once this day and night . were fairly past ! For then I'll bid this house and love farewell ; Farewell , sweet Devon ; farewell , lukewarm John ; For with the morning's light will Margaret be gone . Thanks , courteous Mr ...
... Marg . That once this day and night . were fairly past ! For then I'll bid this house and love farewell ; Farewell , sweet Devon ; farewell , lukewarm John ; For with the morning's light will Margaret be gone . Thanks , courteous Mr ...
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... , antipathies , And all the intricate stuff quarrels are made of . MARGARET enters in boy's apparel . Sir W. What pretty boy have we here ? Marg . Bon jour , messeurs . Ye have handsome JOHN WOODVIL , A TRAGEDY . 327.
... , antipathies , And all the intricate stuff quarrels are made of . MARGARET enters in boy's apparel . Sir W. What pretty boy have we here ? Marg . Bon jour , messeurs . Ye have handsome JOHN WOODVIL , A TRAGEDY . 327.
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Стр. 90 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Стр. 281 - Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
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Стр. 281 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Стр. 292 - Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil, Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor, Monkey, Ape, and twenty more; Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe, — Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it be pain or not.
Стр. 120 - Milton, as if personating one of the zealots of the old law, clothed himself when he sat down to paint the acts of Samson against the uncircumcised. The great obstacle to Chapman's translations" being read, is their unconquerable quaintness. He pours out in the same breath the most just and natural, and the most violent and crude expressions.
Стр. 82 - It may seem a paradox, but I cannot help being of opinion that the plays of Shakespeare are less calculated for performance on a stage, than those of almost any other dramatist whatever.
Стр. 307 - twere to tell, How with a nobler zeal, and warmer love, She served her heavenly master. I have seen That reverend form bent down with age and pain And rankling malady. Yet not for this Ceased she to praise her maker, or withdrew Her trust in him, her faith, and humble hope — So meekly had she learn'd to bear her cross — For she had studied patience in the school Of Christ, much comfort she had thence derived, And was a follower of the NAZARENE.
Стр. 273 - WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That...