Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Volume 1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... seemed to promise all the enjoyment I wished . I matured my plans , and was ready to depart at the first appearance of the dawn . I sank into a sleep , and did not awake until I was roused by my father , who came early in the morning ...
... seemed to promise all the enjoyment I wished . I matured my plans , and was ready to depart at the first appearance of the dawn . I sank into a sleep , and did not awake until I was roused by my father , who came early in the morning ...
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... seemed anxious to prolong , ) I observed my father approaching in a circuitous direction ; I hastily crossed an adjacent field , and dashed into a thick wood . I travelled many miles , and , when evening came on , inquired at a ...
... seemed anxious to prolong , ) I observed my father approaching in a circuitous direction ; I hastily crossed an adjacent field , and dashed into a thick wood . I travelled many miles , and , when evening came on , inquired at a ...
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... seemed , for they ate like wolves . I did not partake myself , except of some soup , and some roast - beef , and a slice of ham , and a few stewed oysters , and some choice pud- ding . The pudding , by - the - by , was excellent . I ...
... seemed , for they ate like wolves . I did not partake myself , except of some soup , and some roast - beef , and a slice of ham , and a few stewed oysters , and some choice pud- ding . The pudding , by - the - by , was excellent . I ...
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... seemed , for once in his life , had predominated ; his threadbare coat had given place to a fashionable new one , and with no little exultation he gave me to understand that he was preparing to spend the next fortnight at a celebrated ...
... seemed , for once in his life , had predominated ; his threadbare coat had given place to a fashionable new one , and with no little exultation he gave me to understand that he was preparing to spend the next fortnight at a celebrated ...
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... seemed as marble . Violet stood up in her simple elegance and beauty - the admired of all who beheld her - and became , indeed , an envied bride . I remained the evening - assuming as much gayety as possible - but there was , neverthe ...
... seemed as marble . Violet stood up in her simple elegance and beauty - the admired of all who beheld her - and became , indeed , an envied bride . I remained the evening - assuming as much gayety as possible - but there was , neverthe ...
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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...