Continental Adventures: A Novel, Bind 2

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Hurst, Robinson, 1826 - 400 sider

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Side 222 - My only love sprung from my only hate ! Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! 141 Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
Side 133 - Sad is my fate ! said the heart-broken stranger ; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Side 73 - Love Can fortune's strong impediments remove ; Nor is it strange that worth should wed to worth. The pride of genius with the pride of birth.
Side 240 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Side 314 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!— Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse...
Side 179 - What a landscape lies below ! No clouds, no vapours intervene; But the gay, the open scene, Does the face of nature show, In all the hues of heaven's bow ; And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight.
Side 250 - Tis good to be merry and wise, 'Tis good to be honest and true, 'Tis good to be off with the old love Before you be on with the new.
Side 159 - O lover of the desert, hail ! Say, in what deep and pathless vale, Or on what hoary mountain's side...
Side 240 - How great a toil to stem the raging flood, "When beauty stirs the mass of youthful blood, When the swoll'n veins with circling torrents rise, And softer passions speak through wishing eyes ! The voice of reason's drown'd, — in vain it speaks. SPENSER. ALTHOUGH the subject of Lindsay's return to Lausanne, had been abundantly discussed by the two friends, during their journey to Paris, — scarcely had Mr. Heathcote left it twenty-four hours, when a letter, of which the following is a fragment, was...
Side 133 - And I another, So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance To mend it or be rid on't.

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