Pride and Irresolution: A New Series of The Discipline of Life, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1850 |
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... passed around me I have related , and ( with but few exceptions ) those alone ; and if the characters which I have endeavoured to depict fail to interest others as once they interested me , I fear that an apology will have little effect ...
... passed around me I have related , and ( with but few exceptions ) those alone ; and if the characters which I have endeavoured to depict fail to interest others as once they interested me , I fear that an apology will have little effect ...
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... passed me , and held out her little hand- " Will you amuse Charley , while I go away for a little while ? -I shall soon be back . " Notwithstanding my anxiety on her account , seeing that it was her desire to conceal what had happened ...
... passed me , and held out her little hand- " Will you amuse Charley , while I go away for a little while ? -I shall soon be back . " Notwithstanding my anxiety on her account , seeing that it was her desire to conceal what had happened ...
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... passed away . Two young men were seated at dinner , in a room of one of the hotels at Dover . The rain was falling in torrents , and at the direc- tion of one of the young men , the waiter , having stirred up a blazing fire , was ...
... passed away . Two young men were seated at dinner , in a room of one of the hotels at Dover . The rain was falling in torrents , and at the direc- tion of one of the young men , the waiter , having stirred up a blazing fire , was ...
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... , ' who was the object of her idolatry ; and now you shall see her vision realized . " And with a slight smile of vanity , which was , however , totally free from conceit , he passed his fingers through the dark PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION . 59.
... , ' who was the object of her idolatry ; and now you shall see her vision realized . " And with a slight smile of vanity , which was , however , totally free from conceit , he passed his fingers through the dark PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION . 59.
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... passed his fingers through the dark hair , which he wore rather longer than is common with Englishmen . If personal vanity could ever be excusable , it might have been so in Julian Greville , for in figure and in feature he was ...
... passed his fingers through the dark hair , which he wore rather longer than is common with Englishmen . If personal vanity could ever be excusable , it might have been so in Julian Greville , for in figure and in feature he was ...
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Page 273 - PRAISE the LORD, O my soul ; and all that is within me, praise his holy Name. Praise the LORD, O my soul , and forget not all his benefits : Who forgiveth all thy sin, and healeth all thine infirmities ; Who saveth thy life from destruction, and crowneth thee with mercy and loving-kindness ; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things, making thee young and lusty as an eagle.
Page 163 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a...
Page 86 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Page 2 - A man without decision can never be said to belong to himself; since, if he dared to assert that he did, the puny force of some cause, about as powerful, you would have supposed, as a spider, may make a seizure of the...
Page 181 - The gentles ye wad ne'er envy 'em. It's true, they need na starve or sweat, Thro' winter's cauld, or simmer's heat ; They've nae sair wark to craze their banes, An' fill auld age wi' grips an' granes : But human bodies are sic fools, For a...
Page 222 - Twist ye, twine ye ! even so, Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope, and fear, and peace, and strife, In the thread of human life. While the mystic twist is spinning, And the infant's life beginning, Dimly seen through twilight bending, Lo, what varied shapes attending ! Passions wild, and follies vain, Pleasures soon exchanged for pain ; Doubt, and jealousy, and fear, In the magic dance appear. Now they wax, and now they dwindle...
Page 2 - When one of the ministers answered, ' that was a sectarian party that rose up and carried things beyond the true and first intent of them,' — he said only,. in reply,
Page 116 - Passions are likened best to floods and streams; The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; So, when affections yield discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
Page 108 - And do as you're bid; Shut the door after you; And you'll never be chid.
Page 239 - How oft are we forced on a cloudy heart To set a shining face and make it clear, Seeming content to put ourselves apart To bear a part of others' weaknesses! As if we only were composed by art, Not nature, and did all our deeds address T...