Woman; or, Minor maxims, a sketch [by M.E. Budden]. |
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Woman, or Minor maxims. A sketch. [By M. E. Budden.], Volumen2 Maria Elizabeth BUDDEN Vista completa - 1818 |
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Página 232 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Página 139 - I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands — be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
Página 230 - But silently a gentle tear let fall From either eye, and wiped them with her hair: Two other precious drops that ready stood, Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell Kissed as the gracious signs of sweet remorse, And pious awe that- feared to have offended.
Página 173 - Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure, Or tasting, long enjoy thee, too infirm, Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets Unmixt with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of virtue, in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Página 228 - With lowliness majestic from her seat, And grace that won who saw to wish her stay, Rose, and went forth among her fruits and flowers, To visit how they prospered, bud and bloom, Her nursery ; they at her coming sprung, And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
Página 231 - Before the angel, and of him to ask Chose rather : he, she knew, would intermix Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute With conjugal caresses ; from his lip Not words alone pleased her.
Página 227 - Yet innocence and virgin modesty, Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won...
Página 226 - So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent What choice to choose for delicacy best, What order, so contriv'd as not to mix Tastes, not well join'd, inelegant, but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change...