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Side 117 - tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Side 195 - Skill'd by a touch to deepen scandal's tints With all the kind mendacity of hints While mingling truth with falsehood — sneers with smiles — A thread of candour with a web of wiles...
Side 61 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Side 109 - Madison dropped into the chair, put his elbows on the table, and buried his face in his hands. She came a little nearer, and laid her hand lightly on his arm. He made a movement as if to take it, but she withdrew it impatiently. "Come," she said brusquely; "now you're in for it you must play the game out.
Side 65 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the "silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Side 132 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the conceal'd comforts of a man Lock'd up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth! The violet bed's not sweeter.
Side 231 - ... thought he meant to kill me. But as he came up he looked down at me with such a sad expression upon his face that all fear left me, and I wondered what he was about. He extended his hand to me, and grasping mine firmly and looking right into my eyes, said, ' My son, I hope you will soon be well.
Side 74 - And such is the fate of our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone.
Side 65 - Ay, go to the grave of buried love, and meditate ! There settle the account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited ; every past endearment unregarded, of that departed being, who can never — never — never return to be soothed by thy contrition!