Rosemay Lodge, Or, Domestic Vicissitudes

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T. Harvey, 1820 - 112 strán (strany)
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Strana 17 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Strana 28 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Strana 65 - And mercy stretching out ere want can speak, To wipe the tear which stains affliction's cheek : These ye have never known — then take your part Of sordid joy, which never touch'd the heart.
Strana 106 - The mind is its own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Strana 14 - Th' assaults of discontent and doubt repel: Dark even at noontide is our mortal sphere ; But let us hope; to doubt is to rebel; Let us exult in hope, that all shall yet be well.
Strana 37 - That light we see is burning in my hall ; how far that little candle throws its beams, so shines a good deed in a naughty world...
Strana 37 - By Sympathy's untutor'd voice Be taught her social laws to keep ; Rejoice with them that do rejoice, And weep with them that weep. " The heart that bleeds for others' woes, Shall feel each selfish sorrow less ; His breast who happiness bestows, Reflected happiness shall bless.
Strana 75 - ... her kindness addeth wings to their feet. In prosperity she is not puffed up ; in adversity she healeth the wounds of Fortune with patience. The troubles of her husband are alleviated by her counsels, and sweetened by her endearments ; he putteth his heart in her bosom, and receiveth comfort. Happy is the man that hath made her his wife ; happy the child that calleth her mother.
Strana 11 - Macbeth asked the doctor whether he could minister to a mind diseased, or pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow.

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