Romance and Reality, Volume 3H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1831 |
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... idea of a Grecian gem ; and the clear pale olive , unbroken by colour - a melancholy , almost severe expression of thought , produced also the effect of the more spiritual and intel- lectual beauty of a statue rather than a picture ...
... idea of a Grecian gem ; and the clear pale olive , unbroken by colour - a melancholy , almost severe expression of thought , produced also the effect of the more spiritual and intel- lectual beauty of a statue rather than a picture ...
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... ideas of liberty ? " " Love , Signora , owns no rule . But , a thou- sand pardons — in the lover I forget the host . Permit me to hand you to the supper - table . " Decision is easy where there is no choice . Faint and bewildered ...
... ideas of liberty ? " " Love , Signora , owns no rule . But , a thou- sand pardons — in the lover I forget the host . Permit me to hand you to the supper - table . " Decision is easy where there is no choice . Faint and bewildered ...
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... idea of English predilections for foreigners ; he therefore came to the con- clusion , that if Miss Arundel was a girl of any heart , it never could resist a picturesque ban- ditti chieftain - Salvator Rosa and the Surrey Theatre ...
... idea of English predilections for foreigners ; he therefore came to the con- clusion , that if Miss Arundel was a girl of any heart , it never could resist a picturesque ban- ditti chieftain - Salvator Rosa and the Surrey Theatre ...
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... idea . " So saying , Lady Mandeville turned to the toilette , and mercilessly tied up in her handker- chief the various brushes , combs , oils , pomade , and rouge , with which the table was profusely covered . Their weight was ...
... idea . " So saying , Lady Mandeville turned to the toilette , and mercilessly tied up in her handker- chief the various brushes , combs , oils , pomade , and rouge , with which the table was profusely covered . Their weight was ...
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... idea of punishment to privation . The loss of the embroidered cover to her chair , and the beautiful cup for her chocolate , and the wearing a coarse dress , were subjects of bitter lamentation . This was the more painful to the ...
... idea of punishment to privation . The loss of the embroidered cover to her chair , and the beautiful cup for her chocolate , and the wearing a coarse dress , were subjects of bitter lamentation . This was the more painful to the ...
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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...