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Stran 3 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Stran 4 - That landscape : and of pure now purer air Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires Vernal delight and joy, able to drive All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils.
Stran 108 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards...
Stran 37 - Endearing, gen'rous, bountiful and kind ; Vain, fanciful, and fond of worthless praise ; Courteous and gentle, proud and magnificent : And yet these adverse qualities in thee, No dissonance, nor striking contrast make ; For still thy good and amiable gifts The sober dignity of virtue wear not, And such a 'witching mien thy follies show, They make a very idiot of reproof, And smile it to disgrace.
Stran 75 - On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth, And fiery vehemence of youth ; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love, or headlong ire.
Stran 71 - Why, to be sure, a tale of scandal is as fatal to the credit of a prudent lady of her stamp as a fever is generally to those of the strongest constitutions.
Stran 120 - LET no one say that there is need Of time for love to grow ; Ah no ! the love that kills indeed Dispatches at a blow. The spark which but by slow degrees Is nursed into a flame, Is habit, friendship, what you please ; But love is not its name. For love to be completely true, It death at sight should deal, Should be the first one ever knew, In short, be that I feel.
Stran 164 - I adore thee, love thee, worship thee ! (Victoria looks haughty and displeased.) Ah ! pardon me, I know not what I say. Ah ! frown not thus ! I cannot see thee frown. I'll do whate'er thou wilt, I will be silent ; But O ! a reined tongue, and bursting heart, Are hard at once to bear ! will thou forgive me ? Viet.
Stran 19 - ... see a dead-wall gradually rise at the end of their own. And to such childless, insulated beings, at the period when recollections instead of anticipations form the character of life, this world must naturally wear a totally different aspect from that which it presents to their more busily -connected neighbours ; for there is an awkward corner in human existence at which, bidding of necessity a final adieu to youth, we naturally lose at the same time all lively interest in our own prospects, and...
Stran 248 - Herbert, and, inexperienced as she was in such matters, she began to suspect that he had made a deeper impression on her young friend's heart than she had before been willing to think possible — and each day, each hour, indeed, now confirmed her fears. She tried every expedient to interrupt the intercourse between them, and attract Theresa's attention to other objects; but it is as easy to stop the impetuous course of a mountaintorrent as to check that of passion, when once the soul has unawares...

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