Allanston, Or the Infidel: A Novel in Three Volumes, Količina 3

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Lady Georgiana Chatterton
T. C. Newby, 1844
 

Vsebina

Del 1
1
Del 2
36
Del 3
68
Del 4
86
Del 5
134
Del 6
150
Del 7
187
Del 8
205
Del 10
280
Del 11
290
Del 12
300
Del 13
316
Del 14
322
Del 15
328
Del 16
334
Del 17
349

Del 9
257
Del 18
359

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Priljubljeni odlomki

Stran 205 - LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why — So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! ANON.
Stran 300 - Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining, In Desolation unrepining, Without a hope on earth to find A mirror in an answering mind, Meek souls there are, who little dream - Their daily strife an Angel's theme, Or that the rod they take so calm iShall prove in heaven a martyr's palm.
Stran 150 - Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart. And well it is for us our GOD should feel Alone our secret throbbings: so our prayer May readier spring to Heaven, nor spend its zeal On cloud-born idols of this lower air. For if one heart in perfect sympathy Beat with another, answering love for love, Weak mortals, all entranced, on earth would lie, Nor listen for those purer strains above.
Stran 134 - WHY should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die,* Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh...
Stran 47 - But first, by many a stern and fiery blast The world's rude furnace must thy blood refine, And many a gale of keenest woe be pass'd, Till every pulse beat true to airs divine, Till every limb obey the mounting soul, The mounting soul, the call by Jesus given.
Stran 134 - Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe Our hermit spirits dwell, and range apart, Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart.
Stran 290 - I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die ?' So when four years were wholly finished, She threw her royal robes away. 'Make me a cottage in the vale,' she said, 'Where I may mourn and pray.
Stran 359 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ?' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn TO , AFTER READING A LIFE AND LETTERS.
Stran 187 - How much that Genius boasts as hers, And fancies hers alone, On you, Meek Spirits, Faith confers ! The proud have further gone, Perhaps, through life's deep maze, but you Alone possess the labyrinth's clue. " To you the costliest spoils of thought, Wisdom...

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