The Ways of Women. A Study of Their Virtues and Vices, Their Charms and Caprices

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John and Robert Maxwell, 1885 - 317 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 97 - To be a sweetness more desired than Spring ; A bodily beauty more acceptable Than the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the fell ; To be an essence more environing Than wine's drained juice ; a music ravishing More than the passionate pulse of Philomel...
Strana 150 - Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs...
Strana 129 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Strana 26 - we scarce can sink as low : For men at most differ as Heaven and earth, But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
Strana 242 - To be candid, in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to use an early opportunity of letting your friends know that you did not take a cheerful view of their capacity, their conduct, or their position; and a robust candor never waited to be asked for its opinion.
Strana 10 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Strana 186 - Th' adorning thee with so much art, Is but a barbarous skill ; 'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.
Strana 281 - She, while her lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest: And when she sees her friend in deep despair, Observes how much a chintz exceeds mohair.
Strana 55 - SOMETHING the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn, Something with passion clasp, or perish, And in itself to ashes burn.
Strana 34 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...

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