The monks of Thelema, a novel, by W. Besant and J. Rice, Volume 3

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Pagina 276 - Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — ' Behold I ' The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Pagina 276 - The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Pagina 277 - Thou art curious to know, if I have not started a new game? If it be possible for so universal a lover to be confined so long to one object?
Pagina 153 - He took her hand and raised it to his lips, with a courteous gesture. " It will be long before that — it must be very long," answered Corona. " It shall be when you please, Madam, provided it is at last. Meanwhile we will come down to-morrow, and take you to our tower. Do you understand now why I said that I hoped you would come again and stay longer...
Pagina 57 - ... his eye did heal it up. He is not very tall — yet for his years he's tall. His leg is but so-so — and yet 'tis well. There was a pretty redness in his lip, 125 A little riper and more lusty red Than that mixed in his cheek: 'twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask. There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him In parcels as I did, would have gone near 130 To fall in love with him...
Pagina 247 - Next morn, betimes, the bride was missing, The mother screamed, the father chid; Where can this idle wench be hid? No news of Phyl! The bridegroom came, And thought his bride had skulked for shame; Because her father used to say, The girl 'had such a bashful way'.
Pagina 235 - Nurse. Mistress ! — what, mistress ! — Juliet ! — fast, I warrant her, she. — Why, lamb ! why, lady ; — fie, you slug-a-bed ! — Why, love, I say! — madam! sweet-heart! — why, bride! What, not a word?

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