Romance and Reality, Bind 2J. J. Harper, 1832 |
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Side 7
... pretty protegee - to invent a life rather than live with all your penetration , I think you are hardly aware of the strength and intensity of Miss Arun- del's character . At fifteen , her poetry of feeling ( you see I do my best to ...
... pretty protegee - to invent a life rather than live with all your penetration , I think you are hardly aware of the strength and intensity of Miss Arun- del's character . At fifteen , her poetry of feeling ( you see I do my best to ...
Side 14
... pretty much this form : " I really cannot see so much to regret in an empty house , a village where there is not a creature to speak to , some old trees , and dirty children . " our Politeness , however , acts the lady's maid to ...
... pretty much this form : " I really cannot see so much to regret in an empty house , a village where there is not a creature to speak to , some old trees , and dirty children . " our Politeness , however , acts the lady's maid to ...
Side 16
... pretty Mde . de St. Elve the very same admira- tion . Truly it was the carelessness , yet the most studi- ed to kill . ' We were at that time quite confidential.— ' You see , ' said she , the result of my morning . ' " . 6 " It is a ...
... pretty Mde . de St. Elve the very same admira- tion . Truly it was the carelessness , yet the most studi- ed to kill . ' We were at that time quite confidential.— ' You see , ' said she , the result of my morning . ' " . 6 " It is a ...
Side 22
... pretty amusement - asked in she had heard Lalande - avowed that , for his part , Italian music was all he thought worth listening to which , considering Emily had just finished an English ballad , was a delicate compliment indeed ; and ...
... pretty amusement - asked in she had heard Lalande - avowed that , for his part , Italian music was all he thought worth listening to which , considering Emily had just finished an English ballad , was a delicate compliment indeed ; and ...
Side 27
... pretty moral of one of M. Bouilly's pretty tales-- * I have here taken what , I trust , will not exceed an author's allowed poetical license . The British Gallery is only lighted up during the exhibi- tion of the old masters . My excuse ...
... pretty moral of one of M. Bouilly's pretty tales-- * I have here taken what , I trust , will not exceed an author's allowed poetical license . The British Gallery is only lighted up during the exhibi- tion of the old masters . My excuse ...
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Side 241 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Side 14 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Side 27 - Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Side 25 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Side 59 - Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face, and sun-burn'd hair, She had not known her child.
Side 30 - Well, well, as they said to the lover of the beautiful Indian queen, when he was turned into a dog, 'your misfortune is irreparable, so have patience.' In this world we must live for the present at least ; but I own I think it is made up of odds and ends." " ' Q,uand on n'a pas ce qu'on aime, II faut aimer ce qu'on a,' " said Edward ; " a doctrine of practical philosophy which I hope Miss Arundel has been practising.
Side 74 - Ah ! whence yon glare That fires the arch of heaven? that dark red smoke Blotting the silver moon ? The stars are quenched In darkness, and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round. Hark to that roar whose swift and...
Side 25 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye ; But oft, In lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Side 143 - ... sad accident, Mr. Higgs and I learnt by heart, as a warning to our young friends. But, somehow, we never, though we took a world of pains, could remember more than the first two or three lines — for we are too old to begin our schooling over...
Side 205 - ... spirit languishes only for a nearer commune with the Creator, — blame me not too harshly for my mortal wishes, nor think that my faith was the less sincere because it was tinted in the most unchanging dyes of the human heart, and indissolubly woven with the memory of the dead ! Often from our weaknesses our strongest principles of conduct are born; and from the acorn which a breeze has wafted springs the oak which defies the storm.