Cheveley: Or, The Man of Honour, Volumen1Harper & Bros., 1839 |
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... beautiful face is more different from the bone and arteries that compose it within , than are books from their authors ; indeed , so strongly am I imbued with this idea , that Í sometimes fancy Dr. Johnson must have been in reality an ...
... beautiful face is more different from the bone and arteries that compose it within , than are books from their authors ; indeed , so strongly am I imbued with this idea , that Í sometimes fancy Dr. Johnson must have been in reality an ...
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... beautiful than ever , and Miss Neville , the pretty Fanny , more fascinating than ever . " 66 Fanny , Miss Neville , with them ? " said Saville , and his face flushed to a deep crimson . " Why , God bless me ! " said the THE MAN OF ...
... beautiful than ever , and Miss Neville , the pretty Fanny , more fascinating than ever . " 66 Fanny , Miss Neville , with them ? " said Saville , and his face flushed to a deep crimson . " Why , God bless me ! " said the THE MAN OF ...
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... beautiful Clarens in the distance ! 66 " Ah , " said Saville , sitting down in the chair and throw- ing open the window , " it is evidently here that she must have first dreamed Corinne , ' however she may have realized it in Italy ...
... beautiful Clarens in the distance ! 66 " Ah , " said Saville , sitting down in the chair and throw- ing open the window , " it is evidently here that she must have first dreamed Corinne , ' however she may have realized it in Italy ...
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... beautiful arms ! I always admired beautiful arms - one sees them so seldom . " " This could not be said of hers , " said Saville , laugh- ing ; " for , as tradition hath it , she displayed them on all occasions ; and even with posterity ...
... beautiful arms ! I always admired beautiful arms - one sees them so seldom . " " This could not be said of hers , " said Saville , laugh- ing ; " for , as tradition hath it , she displayed them on all occasions ; and even with posterity ...
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... beautiful , is just this one favoured spot ! how flat , stale , and unprofitable " the plains of Lombardy beyond ! and how infernal look the red lights , that glare out the way , previous to reaching the ferry at Cesto Calendo , where ...
... beautiful , is just this one favoured spot ! how flat , stale , and unprofitable " the plains of Lombardy beyond ! and how infernal look the red lights , that glare out the way , previous to reaching the ferry at Cesto Calendo , where ...
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Página 150 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 75 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Página 169 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 159 - That led th' embattled Seraphim to war. MILTON O THOU ! whatever title suit thee, Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Closed under hatches, Spairges about the brunstane cootie, To scaud poor wretches ! Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, An' let poor damned bodies be ; I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, E'en to a deil, To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, An...
Página 74 - Because they yet may meet thine eye, And guide thy soul to mine even here, When thou behold'st them drooping nigh, And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine.
Página 148 - ... sudden glances and vibrations ; or whether, in the last place, there may not be certain undiscovered channels running from the head and the heart to this little instrument of loquacity, and conveying into it a perpetual affluence of animal spirits.
Página 204 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Página 140 - O sacrosante Vergini, se fami, Freddi, o vigilie mai per voi soffersi, Cagion mi sprona, ch
Página 121 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Página 148 - I have sometimes fancied that they have not a retentive power, or the faculty of suppressing their thoughts, as men have, but that they are necessitated to speak every thing they think ; and if so, it would perhaps furnish a very strong argument to the Cartesians for the supporting of their doctrine that the soul always thinks. But as several are of opinion that the fair sex are not altogether strangers to the...