The Bohemian, continued. Second loveH. Colburn, 1829 |
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Strana 9
... never been fully displayed to her imagination .. But still that ( almost instinctive ) consciousness of virtue , if not of delicacy , which exists in every female mind , had in hers been strong and vivid though , not being founded on ...
... never been fully displayed to her imagination .. But still that ( almost instinctive ) consciousness of virtue , if not of delicacy , which exists in every female mind , had in hers been strong and vivid though , not being founded on ...
Strana 26
... never knew , nor believed in till now - that it has lulled me into forgetful- ness of all beside . But we must remain here no longer . At first , I was your sufficient in- structor - but you have some talents I cannot cultivate . It is ...
... never knew , nor believed in till now - that it has lulled me into forgetful- ness of all beside . But we must remain here no longer . At first , I was your sufficient in- structor - but you have some talents I cannot cultivate . It is ...
Strana 29
... never , indeed , women such as she was whose truth is to be feared . High - minded , proud , strong in will , daring and firm in purpose , their love , like an Alpine peak , is far removed above the gusts of pettier passion by which ...
... never , indeed , women such as she was whose truth is to be feared . High - minded , proud , strong in will , daring and firm in purpose , their love , like an Alpine peak , is far removed above the gusts of pettier passion by which ...
Strana 34
... never fail to call forth . " Shall I ever see my bower again , Adrian ? " she said , with a long deep sigh , as they stood looking upon the young leaves of the bud- ding tree- " Oh ! how I love this spot ! " - she continued , with a ...
... never fail to call forth . " Shall I ever see my bower again , Adrian ? " she said , with a long deep sigh , as they stood looking upon the young leaves of the bud- ding tree- " Oh ! how I love this spot ! " - she continued , with a ...
Strana 35
... never knew till you taught it me , what home might be made . I had lived in a society where all its soft and gentle charities are mocked and scoffed at — and I had learned to place its happi- ness among the dreams of poets , and the ...
... never knew till you taught it me , what home might be made . I had lived in a society where all its soft and gentle charities are mocked and scoffed at — and I had learned to place its happi- ness among the dreams of poets , and the ...
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admiration affection already ardent Augustus beauty beheld bitterness Bohemian bosom brilliant brow Calypso cause character child circumstances Clara continued corrupt Count Oberfeldt court crowd cultivated daugh daughter dear Adrian deep degree delight dreadful Dresden Duc de Fronsac Duke of Orleans Elbe evil excited existence expression eyes fair feelings feldt felt fondness Fronsac gave gaze Germany hand happiness heart her's honour idea Italy King King of Poland King's knew ladies lips Lisbon look Louis XIV Mabel Madame de Maintenon Madame Rovelli manner mind mingled mother Naples nature ness never night Ninon Ninon de l'Enclos object once pain Paris passed passion person possess pride racter recollection rendered revenge Savile scarcely scene scorn seemed sensations sentiments shame shrink smile society soul speak spirit spoke strong sweet Tagus talents thought tion tone touch turn whole witnessed woman words young youth Zerlini Zitza
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Strana 135 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Strana 158 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strana 156 - For mine is the lay that lightly floats, And mine are the murmuring, dying notes, That fall as soft as snow on the sea, And melt in the heart as instantly...
Strana 107 - Ils suivaient sans remords leur penchant amoureux ; Tous les jours se levaient clairs et sereins pour eux : Et moi , triste rebut de la nature entière, Je me cachais au jour , je fuyais la lumière...
Strana 315 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Strana 24 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 106 - Les at-on vus souvent se parler, se chercher? Dans le fond des forêts allaient-ils se cacher? Hélas! ils se voyaient avec pleine licence. •Le ciel de leurs soupirs approuvait l'innocence: Ils suivaient sans remords leur penchant amoureux; Tous les jours se levaient clairs et sereins pour eux.
Strana 116 - ... exhibited but faint traces in the earliest age of the Church is due, not merely to the small comparative numbers of the disciples, but no less to their expectation of an immediate close to this world's affairs. The only reason why Paul sanctioned contentment with his condition in the converted slave, was that, for so short a time, it was not worth while for any man to change his state ; he that was free, was already the Lord's bondsman; and he that was bound, the Lord's freeman.
Strana 14 - Lui laissait le regret de mourir ma victime ! Va le trouver : dis-lui qu'il apprenne à l'ingrat Qu'on l'immole à ma haine, et non pas à l'État. Chère Cléone, cours : ma vengeance est perdue , S'il ignore en mourant que c'est moi qui le tue.
Strana 134 - I did so, and they are as follows : — " Cette terre, ou les myrtes fleurissent, Ou les rayons des cieux tombent avec amour, Ou les sons enchanteurs dans les airs retentissent, Ou la plus douce nuit succede au plus beau jour.