The perils of fashion [by A. Atkins].1852 |
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Pagina 25
... bosom . By degrees however a calm , like happiness , came over her ; and though she still at times cast a tearful glance towards the far North , she began to feel an interest in all around her , executing with animation the light ...
... bosom . By degrees however a calm , like happiness , came over her ; and though she still at times cast a tearful glance towards the far North , she began to feel an interest in all around her , executing with animation the light ...
Pagina 26
... bosom , the stern ruler of his tribe still sought the society of the Greek captive , and led her to talk of the hopes she had given to the dying . A bold thought rose in the mind of Ione . Was the Prince by her means to be turned to the ...
... bosom , the stern ruler of his tribe still sought the society of the Greek captive , and led her to talk of the hopes she had given to the dying . A bold thought rose in the mind of Ione . Was the Prince by her means to be turned to the ...
Pagina 27
... bosom was yet unstirred . The Circassian found that it was so , and besought her earnestly to banish what had just passed entirely from her mind , and that it might not be reverted to until a year had passed . During that year a ...
... bosom was yet unstirred . The Circassian found that it was so , and besought her earnestly to banish what had just passed entirely from her mind , and that it might not be reverted to until a year had passed . During that year a ...
Pagina 49
... bosom of the cygnet ? who sully the chaste ears of a wedded wife with words of corruption ? Leverton was at least guiltless of that crime . His forbearance in that particular was not without its reward . During the ten years of their ...
... bosom of the cygnet ? who sully the chaste ears of a wedded wife with words of corruption ? Leverton was at least guiltless of that crime . His forbearance in that particular was not without its reward . During the ten years of their ...
Pagina 50
... bosom , calling down vengeance on the head of Colonel Barry and the dog Mufti . Ione believed that she saw in all this com- punctions at having made a false accusation ; but she felt relieved when the Viscount ordered his valet to lead ...
... bosom , calling down vengeance on the head of Colonel Barry and the dog Mufti . Ione believed that she saw in all this com- punctions at having made a false accusation ; but she felt relieved when the Viscount ordered his valet to lead ...
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Pagina 126 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Pagina 278 - Qu'il soit dans ton repos, qu'il soit dans tes orages, Beau lac, et dans l'aspect de tes riants coteaux, Et dans ces noirs sapins, et dans ces rocs sauvages Qui pendent sur tes eaux ! Qu'il soit dans le zéphyr qui frémit...
Pagina 278 - Qui pendent sur tes eaux! Qu'il soit dans le zéphyr qui frémit et qui passe, Dans les bruits de tes bords par tes bords répétés, Dans l'astre au front d'argent qui blanchit ta surface De ses molles clartés ! Que le vent qui gémit, le roseau qui soupire, Que les parfums légers de ton air embaumé, Que tout ce qu'on entend, l'on voit ou l'on respire, Tout dise :
Pagina 112 - As we need walk, till younger hands ere long Assist us: but if much converse perhaps Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield : For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.
Pagina 51 - Ah ! what avails it to be young and fair, To move with negligence, to dress with care ? What worth have all the charms our pride can boast, If all in envious solitude are lost ? . Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel ; Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle : Beauty, like wit, to judges should be shewn ; Both most are valued where they best are known.
Pagina 71 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Pagina 277 - Que vous nous ravissez? O lac ! rochers muets! grottes! forêt obscure ! Vous que le temps épargne ou qu'il peut rajeunir, Gardez de cette nuit, gardez, belle nature, Au moins le souvenir! Qu'il soit dans ton repos, qu'il soit dans tes orages, Beau lac, et dans l'aspect de tes riants coteaux, Et dans ces noirs sapins, et dans ces rocs sauvages Qui pendent sur tes eaux!
Pagina 114 - In all societies it is advisable to associate, if possible, with the highest : not that the highest are always the best, but because, if disgusted with them, we can at any time descend ; but, if we begin with the lowest, to ascend is impossible.
Pagina 225 - Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry, And ever Fancy's wing Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky To autumn or to spring. Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest— But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Still in the world's hot restless gleam She plies her weary task, While vainly for some pleasant dream Her wandering glances ask...