Romance and Reality, Volume 3H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1831 |
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... Beatrice's little hands were as exquisitely shaped as her mother's , they had not the same delicate white which ... Beatrice was somewhat sunburnt ; while her mother's cheek was fair as one " No wind has swept - no sun has kiss'd ...
... Beatrice's little hands were as exquisitely shaped as her mother's , they had not the same delicate white which ... Beatrice was somewhat sunburnt ; while her mother's cheek was fair as one " No wind has swept - no sun has kiss'd ...
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... Beatrice was wounded , though but slightly , in her very arms ; and when daylight dawned on the anxious household ... Beatrice's nurse followed , with her husband and the child . In better days , a daughter of the nurse had married a ...
... Beatrice was wounded , though but slightly , in her very arms ; and when daylight dawned on the anxious household ... Beatrice's nurse followed , with her husband and the child . In better days , a daughter of the nurse had married a ...
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... Beatrice's mind . " What shall I can I do ? To stay with you now will inevitably occasion a search- Alas ! my dearest father , you do not know what an important person your Beatrice is at home . You dare not trust even Marcela ...
... Beatrice's mind . " What shall I can I do ? To stay with you now will inevitably occasion a search- Alas ! my dearest father , you do not know what an important person your Beatrice is at home . You dare not trust even Marcela ...
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... Beatrice's cha- racter of him was rather his beau idéal than himself . Don Henriquez was a brave and ho- nourable man , with a degree of information rare among his countrymen ; but he was not at all the person to be placed in uncommon ...
... Beatrice's cha- racter of him was rather his beau idéal than himself . Don Henriquez was a brave and ho- nourable man , with a degree of information rare among his countrymen ; but he was not at all the person to be placed in uncommon ...
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... Beatrice's attention - her mother's illness . She had soon not a moment she could call her own . Poor Donna Margaretta's situation was the more pitiable , as she both suffered and complained like a child . The remedies her case required ...
... Beatrice's attention - her mother's illness . She had soon not a moment she could call her own . Poor Donna Margaretta's situation was the more pitiable , as she both suffered and complained like a child . The remedies her case required ...
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Page 109 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 317 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Page 41 - For why ? because the good old rule Sufficeth them, — the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep, who can.
Page 247 - ... spirit languishes only for a nearer commune with the Creator, — blame me not too harshly for my mortal wishes, nor think that my faith was the less sincere because it was tinted in the most unchanging dyes of the human heart, and indissolubly woven with the memory of the dead ! Often from our weaknesses our strongest principles of conduct are born; and from the acorn which a breeze has wafted springs the oak which defies the storm.
Page 173 - I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero bound for battle-strife, Or bard of martial lay, 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life, One glance at their array ! XVI.
Page 183 - More than accustom'd gladness in her air. Ah ! the heart overacts its part; its mirth, Like light, will all too often take its birth Mid darkness and decay ; those smiles that press, Like the gay crowd round, are not happiness : For peace broods quiet on her dovelike wings, And this false gaiety a radiance flings, Dazzling but hiding not; and some who dwelt Upon her meteor beauty, sadness felt; Its very brilliance spoke the fever'd breast; Thus glitter not the waters when at rest.
Page 232 - l'absence diminue les mediocres passions, et augmente les grandes, comme le vent eteint les bougies et alume le feu.
Page 161 - Yet the charmed spell Which summons man to high discovery Is ever vocal in the outward world, Though they alone may hear it who have hearts Responsive to its tone. The gale of spring, Breathing sweet balm over the western waters, Called forth that gifted old adventurer To seek the perfumes of spice-laden winds Far in the Indian isles.
Page 313 - Fitter art thou with that untroubled voice To comfort us than to be comforted. Prisoner. This cell hath taught me many a hidden thing. I have become acquainted with my soul Through midnight silence, and through lonely days Silent as midnight. I have found therein A well of waters undisturbed and deep, Of sustenance, refreshment, and repose.
Page 288 - Now for a welcome Able to draw men's envies upon man : A kiss now that will hang upon my lip, As sweet as morning dew upon a rose, And full as long...