The Metropolitan, Bind 14James Cochrane, 1835 |
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Side 18
... Susannah Temple at the baptismal font ; but I will go to Pheneas Cophagus and acquaint him of your waking , for such were his directions . " The man then quitted the room , leaving me quite astonished with the information he had ...
... Susannah Temple at the baptismal font ; but I will go to Pheneas Cophagus and acquaint him of your waking , for such were his directions . " The man then quitted the room , leaving me quite astonished with the information he had ...
Side 20
... Susannah Temple ; not that I recollected her features exactly , but I did the contour of her person . Mrs. Cophagus was taller , and I had a fair scrutiny of her person before they perceived that I was awake . Her face was very pleasing ...
... Susannah Temple ; not that I recollected her features exactly , but I did the contour of her person . Mrs. Cophagus was taller , and I had a fair scrutiny of her person before they perceived that I was awake . Her face was very pleasing ...
Side 21
... Susannah Temple , whom I had first seen , and of whom I had made inquiry of Ephraim , who was Cophagus's servant . She was sitting close to the light and reading , and long did I continue to gaze upon her , fearful of inter- rupting her ...
... Susannah Temple , whom I had first seen , and of whom I had made inquiry of Ephraim , who was Cophagus's servant . She was sitting close to the light and reading , and long did I continue to gaze upon her , fearful of inter- rupting her ...
Side 22
... Susannah made no reply , but resumed her seat , and selecting those chapters most appropriate to my situation , read them in a beautiful and impressive tone . If the reader will recall my narrative to his recollection , he must observe ...
... Susannah made no reply , but resumed her seat , and selecting those chapters most appropriate to my situation , read them in a beautiful and impressive tone . If the reader will recall my narrative to his recollection , he must observe ...
Side 23
... Susannah , and I liked to talk with her upon religious subjects ; but had Susannah been an ugly old woman , I very much doubt if I should have been so attentive . It was her extreme beauty - her modesty and fervour , which so became her ...
... Susannah , and I liked to talk with her upon religious subjects ; but had Susannah been an ugly old woman , I very much doubt if I should have been so attentive . It was her extreme beauty - her modesty and fervour , which so became her ...
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Side 321 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Side 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Side 63 - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife. Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be. Like all the rest, a mockery.
Side 321 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Side 64 - I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in...
Side 65 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Side 61 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...
Side 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 64 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.