Rosalind and Felicia: Or, The Sisters

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R. Bentley, 1854 - 392 sider

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Side 79 - And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.
Side 163 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Side 246 - He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded. But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...
Side 162 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.
Side 320 - Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before ; Thine eye shall be instructed, and thine heart Made pure, shall relish with divine delight Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought.
Side 292 - Though few now taste thee unimpaired and pure, Or tasting, long enjoy thee, too infirm Or too incautious to preserve thy sweets Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of virtue. In thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born and destined to the skies again.
Side 389 - Thou art my father, and to the worm, Thou art my mother and my sister.
Side 16 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands...
Side 175 - Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, To smile at last ; He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blush'd to hear The one loved name.
Side 14 - So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.

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