Man of Two Lives: A Narrative Written by HimselfWells, 1829 - 324 strán (strany) |
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... became accustomed , compressed , but did not hurt , my tender substance - a re- freshing coolness often flowed around me ; and , after a compulsory exertion of my infant limbs , which wearied the elastic power that it called into action ...
... became accustomed , compressed , but did not hurt , my tender substance - a re- freshing coolness often flowed around me ; and , after a compulsory exertion of my infant limbs , which wearied the elastic power that it called into action ...
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... my thought , the coarser being made up in noise and bustle for the want of actual tenderness . By being in constant action she excited attention , and se- cured her power by her arts . I became speed- 8 THE MAN OF TWO LIVES .
... my thought , the coarser being made up in noise and bustle for the want of actual tenderness . By being in constant action she excited attention , and se- cured her power by her arts . I became speed- 8 THE MAN OF TWO LIVES .
Strana 9
... became speed- ily sensible that much of this effort , however lavished upon me , was not intended to gratify the child alone . The greater portion was lev- elled at a higher observer : to my mother she was perpetually displaying the ...
... became speed- ily sensible that much of this effort , however lavished upon me , was not intended to gratify the child alone . The greater portion was lev- elled at a higher observer : to my mother she was perpetually displaying the ...
Strana 10
... became instantly sensible of a difference which was comparatively painful . The stronger grasp did not more securely hold : by not yielding to the yielding substance which it compressed , it gave uneasiness and begot fear . There was ...
... became instantly sensible of a difference which was comparatively painful . The stronger grasp did not more securely hold : by not yielding to the yielding substance which it compressed , it gave uneasiness and begot fear . There was ...
Strana 16
... became too difficult for his handling . I cannot be sure that he did not believe the book had been seen by his son , before it fell into his own hands , and that I had read indeed , as I said , the signature of Freder- ic Werner , and ...
... became too difficult for his handling . I cannot be sure that he did not believe the book had been seen by his son , before it fell into his own hands , and that I had read indeed , as I said , the signature of Freder- ic Werner , and ...
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Abbé acquainted admired affection Altdorf amusement arrival ascer attention beauty Blatz carriage character charm Cowley dear doubt dropt enchantress England enquire excellent excited exclaimed exer expression eyes fancy father favour feel felt Francina Frankfort Frederic Werner friend Herman gentleman gout graceful hand happiness hear heard heart honour hope impression indulgence interest Jacobite knew Kreutzner lady language Leonora looked madam Manheim matter Medea ment mind mother mystery nature ness never object occasion once pain papers parents passed passion perhaps person picture pleasure present Prince H rendered replied scene seemed Sillery sincere singular sion sister soon Sophia spirit spoke stranger sure surprise Sydenham tain taste tears thing thou thought timately tion tivated told took triumph truth turbed Vienna virtue voice Voltaire whole Willich wish woman wonder young friend youth
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Strana 211 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 113 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain. Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of Cyprus lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies9 Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Strana 72 - IT was a dismal, and a fearful night, Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light, When Sleep, Death's image, left my troubled breast By something liker Death possest. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my soul hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate. What bell was that? Ah me ! too much I know ! My sweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever, and my life to moan ? O thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body, when...
Strana 11 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 177 - I hesitate, from the apprehension of ridicule, when I approach the delicate subject of my e,arly love. By this word I do not mean the polite attention, the gallantry, without hope or design, which has originated in the spirit of chivalry, and is interwoven with the texture of French manners.
Strana 104 - From doubts unfetter'd, and dissolved in day ; Unwarm'd by vanity, unreach'd by strife, And all my hopes and fears thrown off with life ; Why am I charm'd by friendship's fond essays, And though unbodied, conscious of thy praise ; Has pride a portion in the parted soul ? Does passion still the firmless mind control?
Strana 256 - I give not heaven for lost . From this descent Celestial virtues rising, will appear More glorious and more dread than from no fall, And trust themselves to fear no second fate.
Strana 28 - If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it: that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again, it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets; Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 72 - And on my soul hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate. What bell was that ? Ah me ! Too much I know. My sweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever, and my life to moan? O thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body when death's agony Besieg'd around thy noble heart, Did not with more reluctance part Than I, my dearest friend, do part from thee.
Strana 290 - Wi' wings that I might flee, Then I wad travel o'er the main, My ae true love to see ; Then I wad tell a joyfu' tale To ane that's dear to me, And sit upon a king's window, And sing my melody. The adder lies i...