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Strana 285 - So here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away. Out of Eternity This new Day is born ; Into Eternity, At night, will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did : So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawninoAnother blue Day: ' : Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.
Strana 118 - The work is rather too light, and bright, and sparkling; it wants shade; it wants to be stretched out here and there with a long Chapter of sense, if it could be had; if not, of solemn specious nonsense, about something unconnected with the Story; an Essay on Writing, a critique on Walter Scott, or the history of Buonaparte, or anything that would form a contrast, and bring the reader with increased delight to the playfulness and Epigrammatism of the general style.
Strana 372 - Is that enchanted moan only the swell Of the long waves that roll in yonder bay ? And hark the clock within, the silver knell Of twelve sweet hours that past in bridal white, And died to live, long as my pulses play ; But now by this my love has closed her sight And given false death her hand, and stol'n away To dreamful wastes where footless fancies dwell Among the fragments of the golden day.
Strana 104 - ... to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance, so long as — if I may be allowed the expression, so long as you have an object. I mean while the woman you love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one : you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone ! " She could not immediately have uttered another sentence ; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed.
Strana 103 - I hope I do justice to all that is felt by you, and by those who resemble you. G-od forbid that I should undervalue the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures! I should deserve utter contempt if I dared to suppose that true attachment and constancy were known only by woman. No, I believe you capable of everything great and good in your married lives.
Strana 382 - After these two noble fruits of friendship, (peace in the affections, and support of the judgment,) followeth the last fruit ; which is like the pomegranate, full of many kernels ; I mean aid and bearing a part in all actions and occasions.
Strana 365 - I am always very well pleased with a country Sunday, and think, if keeping holy the seventh day were only a human institution, it would be the best method that could have been thought of for the polishing and civilizing of mankind.
Strana 109 - ... duty of us all; the peculiar duty of a young man who has been so fortunate as I have been in early preferment; and I trust I am resigned. Perhaps not the less so from feeling a doubt of my positive happiness had my fair cousin...
Strana 103 - I believe you capable of everything good and great in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance so long as — if I may be allowed the expression — so long as you have an object; I mean while the woman you love lives and lives for you. All the privilege I claim far my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is that of loving longest when existence or when hope is gone.
Strana 36 - Farewell rewards and fairies', Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies Do fare as well as they; And though they sweep their hearths no less Than maids were wont to do, Yet who of late for cleanliness, Finds sixpence in her shoe? Lament, lament, old abbeys, The fairies lost command; They did but change priests...