The woman of genius [by mrs. Ross].1821 |
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... Edith Avon- del ; " I mean Cæsar's thoughts on Cal- phurnia's dream ; Be it so then . If I am to die to - morrow , that is what I am to do to - morrow . It will not be then , because I am willing it should be then ; nor shall I escape ...
... Edith Avon- del ; " I mean Cæsar's thoughts on Cal- phurnia's dream ; Be it so then . If I am to die to - morrow , that is what I am to do to - morrow . It will not be then , because I am willing it should be then ; nor shall I escape ...
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... Edith Avondel's mind , contem- plated her as a miracle of apathy and in- difference . For herself , every gathering cloud oppressed her with a thousand ter- rors ; by turns she demanded consolation and food for hope from Edith and Cap ...
... Edith Avondel's mind , contem- plated her as a miracle of apathy and in- difference . For herself , every gathering cloud oppressed her with a thousand ter- rors ; by turns she demanded consolation and food for hope from Edith and Cap ...
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... Edith Avondel . That voice , which an instant before , had been modulated by anger and contempt , now uttered only exclamations of despair or convulsive sobs of agony . The reeling motion of the vessel was perceptible . Lady Athol's ...
... Edith Avondel . That voice , which an instant before , had been modulated by anger and contempt , now uttered only exclamations of despair or convulsive sobs of agony . The reeling motion of the vessel was perceptible . Lady Athol's ...
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... Edith Avondel ! Edith Avondel ! " exclaimed Lady Athol , raising her head from the shoulder of Captain Fitzelm ; 66 even in such a scene as this , can you preserve your calmness and your apathy ? Now , even now , the deep yawns be- fore ...
... Edith Avondel ! Edith Avondel ! " exclaimed Lady Athol , raising her head from the shoulder of Captain Fitzelm ; 66 even in such a scene as this , can you preserve your calmness and your apathy ? Now , even now , the deep yawns be- fore ...
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... Edith Avondel , is this courage , is this philosophy , or innocence , or religion ? Oh , if it be one or all of these , I know it not ! There is death before me , death deep and dark , an immeasurable abyss , -impenetrable space ...
... Edith Avondel , is this courage , is this philosophy , or innocence , or religion ? Oh , if it be one or all of these , I know it not ! There is death before me , death deep and dark , an immeasurable abyss , -impenetrable space ...
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Page 12 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Page 41 - Are you a man ? Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff ! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan.
Page 102 - They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 143 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 22 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Page 40 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted deviL If he do bleed, I '11 gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 197 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.