Varieties in woman, a novel1819 |
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... hearts are lured ---- - to throb at applauses bestowed by our sex ; whilst they are taught to abjure the blush of modesty , and to substitute for it the flush of vanity , to meet the ardent gaze of man ; -he who appreciates happiness at ...
... hearts are lured ---- - to throb at applauses bestowed by our sex ; whilst they are taught to abjure the blush of modesty , and to substitute for it the flush of vanity , to meet the ardent gaze of man ; -he who appreciates happiness at ...
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... my child beggary . Oh , Beverley , you know not , none but the sufferer can know , the agony , the deep , heart - breaking agony , of such a conviction . I have squandered in useless ' speculations that which was not my own 24 VARIETIES.
... my child beggary . Oh , Beverley , you know not , none but the sufferer can know , the agony , the deep , heart - breaking agony , of such a conviction . I have squandered in useless ' speculations that which was not my own 24 VARIETIES.
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... heart has been touched by a torpedo , and it cannot feel . She has neither le beau nor l'utile . As the child of my father's friend , my house and my fortune are at her service ; - but I cannot afford to give her either my time or my ...
... heart has been touched by a torpedo , and it cannot feel . She has neither le beau nor l'utile . As the child of my father's friend , my house and my fortune are at her service ; - but I cannot afford to give her either my time or my ...
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... heart to every man who would be glad to pry into it , and he chose not to depreciate a person whom he had obliged . obliged . " I have scarcely thought of her , " said he . " Do you mean to say , then , that you have actually lived in ...
... heart to every man who would be glad to pry into it , and he chose not to depreciate a person whom he had obliged . obliged . " I have scarcely thought of her , " said he . " Do you mean to say , then , that you have actually lived in ...
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... heart ; -touching even in her brilliancy , - soft in her dignity ; -and Beverley , Beverley , this woman is to be mine ! " You are a very happy man . If it is not a fancy - portrait , I envy you . " 66 66 • And then her manner , " - con ...
... heart ; -touching even in her brilliancy , - soft in her dignity ; -and Beverley , Beverley , this woman is to be mine ! " You are a very happy man . If it is not a fancy - portrait , I envy you . " 66 66 • And then her manner , " - con ...
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admiration affected ALBERT read Alcibiades amusement appeared Aspasia attracted beauty became believe Beverley Hall brilliant Canova Catherine Lockhart Catherine's certainly character Clair cold contemplation continually conviction cottage orné countenance curricle dæmon dare dear dear Ella death delightful desire Doctor Falconer Ella Grafton emotion endeavour endure engagement enjoy eternal existence expression eyes fancy feeling felicity felt forget friendship genius grace happiness Harley Harley's hart heart honour hope idea imagination impressed Italy Julia knew Lady Caroline Repton Lady Fanny Lambeth laugh letter longer looked Lord Lindor Lord Northbury manner ment mind mingford Miss Burlington Miss Emmingford Miss Grafton Miss Lockhart nature ness never North House occupied once passion perceived perhaps pleasure possess present racter recollection regret rendered replied returned scarcely seemed sentiments sighed sion Sir Albert Beverley smile society sometimes sorbed soul suffer talents thing thought tion vivacity whilst woman
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Stran 3 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save! Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus. By the earthshaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...
Stran 98 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ! But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.
Stran 29 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Stran 50 - Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day : Yet see how all around...
Stran 99 - Yet none have saluted and none have replied. Unto Sorrow ? The dead cannot grieve,— Not a sob, not a sigh meets mine ear, Which compassion itself could relieve; Ah, sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, or fear,— Peace, Peace, is the watchword, the only one here.
Stran 1 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contained no tomb, — And glowing into day...
Stran 98 - ... and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty? ah, no ! — she forgets The charms which she wielded before — Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride — The trappings which dizen the proud? Alas ! they are all laid aside ; And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd, But the long winding-sheet and the fringe of the...
Stran 52 - God loves from Whole to Parts: but human soul Must rise from Individual to the Whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Stran 16 - To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
Stran 97 - In a dark narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty ? Ah no ! she forgets The charms which She wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin that but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore.