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Pagina 23
The for other , inspire no sentiment and excite English never seem to feel for London no interest ; they lack some expression , the passionate devotion that we feel for whether of mind , or of soul , or of heart , Paris .
The for other , inspire no sentiment and excite English never seem to feel for London no interest ; they lack some expression , the passionate devotion that we feel for whether of mind , or of soul , or of heart , Paris .
Pagina 25
If ever I should achieve S ― ' s circle , and compel the spirits that he fame as a singer , should I feel the same summons , even if they are evil , to min - jealousy ? I think not now , but I have not ister to ends in which he foresees ...
If ever I should achieve S ― ' s circle , and compel the spirits that he fame as a singer , should I feel the same summons , even if they are evil , to min - jealousy ? I think not now , but I have not ister to ends in which he foresees ...
Pagina 30
... never vie with her in her own line ; but conceited and vain as I may seem even to you in saying so , I feel in my own line that I could command as large an applause of course taking into account my brief - lived advantage of youth .
... never vie with her in her own line ; but conceited and vain as I may seem even to you in saying so , I feel in my own line that I could command as large an applause of course taking into account my brief - lived advantage of youth .
Pagina 31
Naturally enough I felt great interest in that subject , more especially since my rambles in the Bois were forbidden ; and as long as she declaimed on the hard fate of the women who , feeling within them powers that struggle for air and ...
Naturally enough I felt great interest in that subject , more especially since my rambles in the Bois were forbidden ; and as long as she declaimed on the hard fate of the women who , feeling within them powers that struggle for air and ...
Pagina 32
He utters what they feel . Is the joy in the utterance ? Nay , it is in the feeling itself . So , my dear , dark - bright child of song , when I bade thee open out of the beaten thoroughfare , paths into the meads and river - banks at ...
He utters what they feel . Is the joy in the utterance ? Nay , it is in the feeling itself . So , my dear , dark - bright child of song , when I bade thee open out of the beaten thoroughfare , paths into the meads and river - banks at ...
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Pagina 207 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Pagina 210 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pagina 445 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Pagina 207 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from...
Pagina 209 - If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Pagina 394 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Pagina 206 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Pagina 204 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refined with th
Pagina 234 - While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.
Pagina 262 - And, behold, they brought to him a man sick of the palsy, lying on a bed: and Jesus seeing their faith said unto the sick of the palsy; Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee.