Lodore, by the author of 'Frankenstein'.

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Page 280 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 224 - I AM not One who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk, — Of friends, who live within an easy walk, Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight : And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk, These all wear out of me, like Forms, with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night.
Page 243 - HOW like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Page 45 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Page 260 - O my reviving joy! thy quickening presence Makes the sad night Sit like a youthful spring upon my blood. I cannot make thy welcome rich enough With all the wealth of words. - Middleton The boy knocked at the door. A servant-girl opened it. "Does Mr. Villiers lodge here?
Page 170 - Come, if the love thou hast for me. Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground, When first 'tis by the lapwing found. But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her...
Page 170 - But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipped image from its base, To give to me the ruined place ; " Then, fare thee well ! — I 'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake When thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine!
Page 289 - ... infinite pain on her noble heart: still she cannot be contaminated - she will turn neither to the right nor left, but pursue her way unflinching; and, in her lofty idea of the dignity of her nature, in her love of truth and in her integrity, she will find support and reward in her various fortunes. What the events are, that have already diversified her existence, cannot now be recounted; and it would require the gift of prophecy to foretell the conclusion. In after times these may be told, and...
Page 124 - One day whenas she long had sought for ease In every place, and every place thought best, Yet found no place that could her liking please, She to a window came, that opened west, Towards which coast her Love his way addrest: There looking forth...
Page 270 - ... rougher ministrations of terror, and a knowledge that each was the occasion of injury to the other. A woman's heart is peculiarly unfitted to sustain this conflict. Her sensibility gives keenness to her imagination, and she magnifies every peril, and writhes beneath every sacrifice which tends to humiliate her in her own eyes. The natural pride of her sex struggles with her desire to confer happiness, and her peace is wrecked. Far different was the happy Ethel's situation - far otherwise were...

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