A Cure for Scandal: Or, Detraction Displayed : as Exhibited by Gossips, Talkers-over, Laughers-at, Banterers, Nicknamers, Stingers, Scorners, Sneerers, Eye-inflicters, Mimicks, Caricaturists and Epigrammatists

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J. Loring, 1839 - 208 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 131 - Oh ! never did thine eye Through the green haunts of happy infancy Wander again, Joanne ! Too much of fame Had shed its radiance on thy peasant name ; And bought alone by gifts beyond all price— The trusting heart's repose, the paradise Of home, with all its loves — doth fate allow The crown of glory unto woman's brow.
Strana 204 - Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle? " Who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, And speaketh the truth in his heart.
Strana 194 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
Strana 135 - Gloster, you mean," said Constance. Young Mrs Draper was watching the door, listening for Hilda's return. "Ssh," she said, at the sound of footsteps on the stairs and, to look at us, the men on one side of the room and the women on the other, silent, standing at attention, facing each other, we looked like soldiers. "Oh,
Strana 197 - Ye therefore, beloved, seeing ye know these things before, beware lest ye also, being led away with the error of the wicked, fall from your own stedfastness. But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Strana 192 - And though I have the gift of prophecy, And understand all mysteries and all knowledge, And though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains, And have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, And though 1 give my body to be burned, And have not charity, It profiteth me nothing.
Strana 163 - What's female beauty, but an air divine, Through which the mind's all gentle graces shine? They, like the sun, irradiate all between; The body charms, because the soul is seen. Hence men are often captives of a face, They know not why, of no peculiar grace: Some forms, though bright, no mortal man can bear, Some, none resist, though not exceeding fair.
Strana 131 - Radiant daughter of the sun ! Now thy living wreath is won. Crown'd of Rome! — Oh! art thou not Happy in that glorious lot? — Happier, happier far than thou, With the laurel on thy brow, She that makes the humblest hearth Lovely but to one on earth ! THE RUIN.
Strana 31 - But if we consider the envious man in delight, it is like reading of the seat of a giant in a romance ; the magnificence of his house consists in the many limbs of men whom he has slain. If any who promised themselves success in any uncommon undertaking miscarry in the attempt, or he that aimed at what would have been useful and laudable, meets with contempt and derision, the envious man, under the colour of hating vainglory, can smile with an inward wantonness of heart at the ill effect it may have...
Strana 15 - When accompanying two beautiful young ladies with their mother on a tour in France, he was seriously angry that more attention was paid to them than to him; and once at the exhibition of the Fantoccini in London, when those who sat next him observed with what dexterity a puppet was made to toss a pike, he could not bear that it should have such praise, and exclaimed with some warmth, < Pshaw! I can do it better myself.

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