Varieties in woman, a novel1819 |
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Stran 2
... is to be her eternal abode . I would smooth your path to the great goal of human life . I would point out the means of happiness within your reach , and then call on your reason to approve or not , accordingly 2 VARIETIES.
... is to be her eternal abode . I would smooth your path to the great goal of human life . I would point out the means of happiness within your reach , and then call on your reason to approve or not , accordingly 2 VARIETIES.
Stran 9
... means , imagine , that the lighter accomplish- ments are to be excluded . When the mind is harassed by the cares of life , the substitution of elegance for utili- ty is a grateful relief to it . She who delights in employing her talents ...
... means , imagine , that the lighter accomplish- ments are to be excluded . When the mind is harassed by the cares of life , the substitution of elegance for utili- ty is a grateful relief to it . She who delights in employing her talents ...
Stran 22
... means of supporting it . I no longer remembered " the charities of life ; " - I inhabited the same house as my wife and my daughter , seldom see- ing them , and conversing only in mo- nosyllables . At length I was com- pletely ...
... means of supporting it . I no longer remembered " the charities of life ; " - I inhabited the same house as my wife and my daughter , seldom see- ing them , and conversing only in mo- nosyllables . At length I was com- pletely ...
Stran 42
... formed that intimacy between us , which reminds one always of the lion that took a fancy to the lamb , — I do not mean a fancy in the eating line , Beverley . " The good - humour and apparent want of vanity of 42 VARIETIES.
... formed that intimacy between us , which reminds one always of the lion that took a fancy to the lamb , — I do not mean a fancy in the eating line , Beverley . " The good - humour and apparent want of vanity of 42 VARIETIES.
Stran 43
... mean ? ” asked Albert ; for it seemed to him that the power of captivating belong- ed rather to the former . - " Ye gods , what a question ! This must be - I dare scarcely even ima- gine it in you , but this must be affectation . For ...
... mean ? ” asked Albert ; for it seemed to him that the power of captivating belong- ed rather to the former . - " Ye gods , what a question ! This must be - I dare scarcely even ima- gine it in you , but this must be affectation . For ...
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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.