Trials: A Tale, Volume 1G. and W.B. Whittaker, 1824 - 957 pages |
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... Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , " he repeated , raising his fine , expressive eyes as he spoke , and looking so in unison with the words he uttered ! Oh , Augusta , such a thought came across me at ...
... Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight , " he repeated , raising his fine , expressive eyes as he spoke , and looking so in unison with the words he uttered ! Oh , Augusta , such a thought came across me at ...
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Page 97 - Habitual evils change not on a sudden: But many days must pass, and many sorrows; Conscious remorse and anguish must be felt, To curb desire, to break the stubborn will, And work a second nature in the soul, Ere Virtue can resume the place she lost: 'Tis else dissimulation — He had often read these lines, he said; but never tasted them before.