Tales of Fashionable Life, Volume 1

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Baudry's Foreign Library, 1831
 

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I
1
II
8
III
12
IV
25
V
30
VI
36
VII
49
VIII
56
XIV
146
XV
156
XVI
168
XVII
173
XVIII
186
XIX
197
XX
205
XXI
215

IX
78
X
96
XI
115
XII
134
XIII
140
XXII
230
XXIII
243
XXIV
335
XXV
415

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Page 102 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days that might be better spent, To waste long nights in pensive discontent, To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow, To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow, To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 399 - Of dragon-watch, with unenchanted eye, To save her blossoms and defend her fruit From the rash hand of bold Incontinence.
Page 145 - Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose.
Page 140 - Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with an universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 394 - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Page 77 - the greatest part of the buildings in the cities and good towns of England consisted only of timber, cast over with thick clay to keep out the wind. The new houses of the nobility were indeed either of brick or stone ; and glass windows were then beginning to be used in England : " •]• and clean rushes were strewed over the dirty floors of the royal palace.
Page 102 - To have thy asking, yet wait many years; To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares ; To eat thy heart through comfortless despairs; To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run, To spend, to give, to want, to be undone.
Page 30 - Twas doing nothing was his curse;— Is there a vice can plague us worse? The wretch who digs the mine for bread, Or ploughs, that others may be fed, Feels less fatigue than that decreed To him who cannot think or read.
Page 349 - Ah me! how much I fear lest pride it be ! But if that pride it be, which thus inspires, Beware, ye dames, with nice discernment see, Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires : Ah ! better far than all the Muses...
Page 367 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th

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