Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Volume 1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... soon I should be obliged to call in the services of a barber . The nature of love is too inexplicable , or I would ask myself why I had formed so sudden an attach- ment for the countess . It might be owing , 16 PAUL ULRIC .
... soon I should be obliged to call in the services of a barber . The nature of love is too inexplicable , or I would ask myself why I had formed so sudden an attach- ment for the countess . It might be owing , 16 PAUL ULRIC .
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... formed themselves in a body known as " The Parliament or Court of Love . " Their principal duty was to investigate love affairs . Desultory Sketch Book . I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . Othello . Manners with fortunes ...
... formed themselves in a body known as " The Parliament or Court of Love . " Their principal duty was to investigate love affairs . Desultory Sketch Book . I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . Othello . Manners with fortunes ...
Page 83
... formed themselves into " A Court of Inquiry , " thought proper to investigate this important mat- ter , and took tea seven times with the baronet , before they ventured to make known their errand . This delay can only be accounted for ...
... formed themselves into " A Court of Inquiry , " thought proper to investigate this important mat- ter , and took tea seven times with the baronet , before they ventured to make known their errand . This delay can only be accounted for ...
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... formed , it was in one of the New - England states . Further than this I cannot particularize . When he came to Essex he managed to procure a situation in a counting - house , which afforded him the means of support as well as leisure ...
... formed , it was in one of the New - England states . Further than this I cannot particularize . When he came to Essex he managed to procure a situation in a counting - house , which afforded him the means of support as well as leisure ...
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... formed any portion of her character- she was pure as the flowers which she daily gathered . She was vain , but it was the vanity of her sex ; she was proud , but it was the pride of her innocent girlhood . Like And how did the adventure ...
... formed any portion of her character- she was pure as the flowers which she daily gathered . She was vain , but it was the vanity of her sex ; she was proud , but it was the pride of her innocent girlhood . Like And how did the adventure ...
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Page 52 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Page 23 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Page 140 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 82 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes. Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Page 5 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...
Page 90 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Page 97 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Page 72 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 22 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Page 97 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears...