The Dowager: Or, The New School for Scandal

Long, 1849 - 126 páginas

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Página 8 - In the most literal of senses, "the earth hath bubbles as the water hath ; and these are of them.
Página 112 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Página 105 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
Página 41 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 94 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, Whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come!
Página 55 - Gypsies so prepossessing as in that country ; their complexion is dark, but not disagreeably so ; their faces are oval, their features regular, their foreheads rather low, and their hands and feet small. The men are taller than the English peasantry, and far more active. They all speak the English language with fluency, and in their gait and demeanour are easy and graceful; in both points standing in striking contrast with the peasantry, who in speech are slow and uncouth, and in manner dogged and...
Página 168 - The very Suicide that pays his debt At once without instalments (an old way Of paying debts, which creditors regret) Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, Less from disgust of life than dread of death.
Página 45 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Página 22 - OH, she is guileless as the birds That sing beside the summer brooks; With music in her gentle words, With magic in her winsome looks. With beauty by all eyes confessed, With grace beyond the reach of art ; And, better still than all the rest, With perfect singleness of heart...
Página 94 - Lord : and though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow ; though they be red like crimson, they shall be white like wool, Isa.

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