Man of Two Lives: A Narrative Written by HimselfWells, 1829 - 324 strán (strany) |
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... eyes , and divine the very wishes of 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 ...
... eyes , and divine the very wishes of 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 ...
Strana 9
... - petite , and dried up every tear ; the trembling lustre of whose blue eyes was like the un- clouded expanse above us , rendered intelligible by wisdom and by love . 1 One feeling of infancy I shall run the risk THE MAN OF TWO LIVES .
... - petite , and dried up every tear ; the trembling lustre of whose blue eyes was like the un- clouded expanse above us , rendered intelligible by wisdom and by love . 1 One feeling of infancy I shall run the risk THE MAN OF TWO LIVES .
Strana 12
... eye - I distinctly bring before me the lofty tower of the grand church open- ing upon the square - hear the tuneful chimes that called the pupils to the public school , where the name of Frederic Werner is , per- haps , still to be seen ...
... eye - I distinctly bring before me the lofty tower of the grand church open- ing upon the square - hear the tuneful chimes that called the pupils to the public school , where the name of Frederic Werner is , per- haps , still to be seen ...
Strana 20
... eye by actual objects . " He then besought me to apply without de- lay to the human figure . " That once mas- tered , the rest I have remarked to be without much difficulty . Mr. Fuseli , perhaps , may tell us why . " " The art ...
... eye by actual objects . " He then besought me to apply without de- lay to the human figure . " That once mas- tered , the rest I have remarked to be without much difficulty . Mr. Fuseli , perhaps , may tell us why . " " The art ...
Strana 21
... eye , and even to the heart . I have often been asked , by insipid and shallow people , what was the merit of Fuseli ? Surely , they all cry , you never saw such figures as his in nature ! These people cannot be ex- pected to penetrate ...
... eye , and even to the heart . I have often been asked , by insipid and shallow people , what was the merit of Fuseli ? Surely , they all cry , you never saw such figures as his in nature ! These people cannot be ex- pected to penetrate ...
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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...