The Debutante: Or, The London SeasonRichard Bentley, 1846 |
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Stran 272 - All kind of arguments and question deep. All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, 125 Catching all passions in his craft of will...
Stran 274 - O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born ! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write
Stran 151 - It is no marvel — from my very birth My soul was drunk with love, — which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth; Of objects all inanimate I made Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise, Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dreamed uncounted hours, Though I was chid for wandering...
Stran 250 - This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
Stran 157 - The love of higher things and better days ; The unbounded hope, and heavenly ignorance Of what is call'd the world, and the world's ways ; The moments when we gather from a glance More joy than from all future pride or praise, Which kindle manhood, but can ne'er entrance The heart in an existence of its own, Of which another's bosom is the zone.
Stran 76 - ... and rather the virtue of a player, should be placed so high above those other noble parts of invention, elocution and the rest; nay almost alone, as if it were all in all. But the reason is plain. There is in human nature generally more of the fool than of the wise; and therefore those faculties by which the foolish part of men's minds is taken are most potent.
Stran 94 - And she is dead, slander'd to death by villains, That dare as well answer a man, indeed, As I dare take a serpent by the tongue ; Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milksops ! — Ant. Hold you content. What, man ! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple...
Stran 272 - Lover's Complaint" there is a fine Stanza almost prophetically characteristic of Mr. Sheridan. So on the tip of his subduing tongue. All kind of argument and question deep, All replication prompt and reason strong For his advantage still did wake and sleep To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep : He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will : That he did in the general bosom reign Of young and old.
Stran 26 - The struggle to be pilots in the storm, The landed and the moneyed speculation, The joys of mutual hate to keep them warm Instead of love, that mere hallucination ? What a contrast women are ! One woman is " fine enough to cut her own relations, too fine to be seen in the usual places of public resort, and therefore of course passes with the vulgar for something...
Stran 92 - LOVES she ? She loves not : she hath never loved. Her walk is easy ; her discourse is neat : She sigheth not ; her smile has mirth in it : Her gaze is firm, untroubled, cloudless, cold : No fear makes pale her cheek : No hopeless pain Lies there ; nor hope, half-hidden : No sweet trouble Stains it with beauty like the rose's leaf : — But all is free as air, as fresh as youth, As clear from care as untouched innocence.