Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Zväzok 1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... thoughts - their mo- ments of gloom and despondency - experience sub- sequently a corresponding degree of animation , and their spirits leap up and soar away as upon the wings of an angel . But I am growing metaphysical , which I did ...
... thoughts - their mo- ments of gloom and despondency - experience sub- sequently a corresponding degree of animation , and their spirits leap up and soar away as upon the wings of an angel . But I am growing metaphysical , which I did ...
Strana 10
... thought of nothing but her bright eyes and beautiful person . He ascertained her name , and rested not until he had made her acquaintance . His devotion to her was unprecedented in the an- nals of wooing . Antony and Abelard could not ...
... thought of nothing but her bright eyes and beautiful person . He ascertained her name , and rested not until he had made her acquaintance . His devotion to her was unprecedented in the an- nals of wooing . Antony and Abelard could not ...
Strana 12
... thoughts . I shall not soon forget , young as I was at the time , the solemnity with which he one day spoke on this very important subject . 66 Books , of themselves , " said he , " are of but little value . We must learn to think - to ...
... thoughts . I shall not soon forget , young as I was at the time , the solemnity with which he one day spoke on this very important subject . 66 Books , of themselves , " said he , " are of but little value . We must learn to think - to ...
Strana 22
... thought that our affections are more pliant and yielding when we are partially withdrawn from the world , than in its pomp and glitter . In the one , our love is centred in a single object - if an object there be to claim it ; in the ...
... thought that our affections are more pliant and yielding when we are partially withdrawn from the world , than in its pomp and glitter . In the one , our love is centred in a single object - if an object there be to claim it ; in the ...
Strana 24
... thought upon England ? She has made me a bar- onet , it is true ; but she has also endeavoured to trample me in the dust , and I heap upon her my curses . Away with all this shallow attachment to one's country , when it renders man the ...
... thought upon England ? She has made me a bar- onet , it is true ; but she has also endeavoured to trample me in the dust , and I heap upon her my curses . Away with all this shallow attachment to one's country , when it renders man the ...
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Strana 52 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Strana 23 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Strana 140 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Strana 82 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes. Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Strana 5 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...
Strana 90 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Strana 97 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Strana 72 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 22 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Strana 97 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears...