The picaroon, by the author of 'Makanna'.1837 |
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Pagina 29
... feeling , and froze the kindling pulses of emotion as they bounded from his heart . " The coach was in four hours ago , —but Mr. Blandford has been better occupied : — Very well , very right : —the coffee was ready at six , but time ...
... feeling , and froze the kindling pulses of emotion as they bounded from his heart . " The coach was in four hours ago , —but Mr. Blandford has been better occupied : — Very well , very right : —the coffee was ready at six , but time ...
Pagina 31
... feeling . ' Pooh ! she was as unlike me as possible ! Ah ! she had no concentra- tion of mind , -no ' instinct ' to her own inte- rest . Yet she married well and early ; pretty girls often do ; men , like children , choose their toys ...
... feeling . ' Pooh ! she was as unlike me as possible ! Ah ! she had no concentra- tion of mind , -no ' instinct ' to her own inte- rest . Yet she married well and early ; pretty girls often do ; men , like children , choose their toys ...
Pagina 36
... feelings of chagrin and aversion were strangely deadened , nay , almost forgotten . The fact was , though Blandford was himself unconscious of it , that the reliance his Uncle seemed ready to stake on his skill in matters secret , and ...
... feelings of chagrin and aversion were strangely deadened , nay , almost forgotten . The fact was , though Blandford was himself unconscious of it , that the reliance his Uncle seemed ready to stake on his skill in matters secret , and ...
Pagina 41
... Lord love ye , - Master says that every dog knows his own , ' - you called it ' my place ' just now , Sir ! Master snug as a wren's nest . Ay , ay , he's says it's all for feeling , and cares no more for look THE PICAROON . 41.
... Lord love ye , - Master says that every dog knows his own , ' - you called it ' my place ' just now , Sir ! Master snug as a wren's nest . Ay , ay , he's says it's all for feeling , and cares no more for look THE PICAROON . 41.
Pagina 42
... feeling ; the bed was capital , and Frank soon fell asleep . " " In the faculty of sleeping soundly , few could excel Frank Blandford , but now he was sadly at fault ; whether it were from the recent whirl of travel , or that the scent ...
... feeling ; the bed was capital , and Frank soon fell asleep . " " In the faculty of sleeping soundly , few could excel Frank Blandford , but now he was sadly at fault ; whether it were from the recent whirl of travel , or that the scent ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 244 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Pagina 202 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Pagina 94 - What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Pagina 20 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Pagina 54 - Out of my sight, thou serpent ! That name best Befits thee, with him leagued, thyself as false And hateful : nothing wants, but that thy shape, Like his, and colour serpentine, may...
Pagina 2 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Pagina 261 - To the high damas brow, more melancholy, But clear, and with a wild and liquid glance, Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
Pagina 164 - She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight...
Pagina 110 - Yes, love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A ray of him who form'd the whole ; A glory circling round the soul...
Pagina 126 - And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!