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Página 9 - hest to say so ! Fer. Admired Miranda ! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Página 137 - Thy suppliant, I beg, and clasp thy knees; bereave me not, Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid, Thy counsel, in this uttermost distress My only strength and stay; forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace; both joining, As join'd in injuries, one enmity Against a foe by doom express assign'd us, That cruel serpent.
Página 66 - We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Página 69 - So, she leaning on her husband's arm, they turned homeward by a rosy path which the gracious sun struck out for them in its setting. And oh ! there are days in this life worth life and worth death.
Página 147 - Left her in her tears, and dried not one of them with his comfort ; swallowed his vows whole, pretending in her discoveries of dishonour : in few, bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet wears for his sake, and he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relents not.
Página 159 - Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them — almost all women ; — a vast number of clever, hard-headed men. Why, one of the most learned physicians in England said to me only yesterday, ' I have just read So-and-So for the second time ' (naming one of Jones's exquisite fictions).
Página 53 - And never yet, since high in Paradise O'er the four rivers the first roses blew, Came purer pleasure unto mortal kind Than lived thro' her, who in that perilous hour Put hand to hand beneath her husband's heart, And felt him hers again: she did not weep, But o'er her meek eyes came a happy mist Like that which kept the heart of Eden green Before the useful trouble of the rain...
Página 75 - Charles' speech to Angelina, in "The Elder Brother." We'll live together, like two neighbour vines, Circling our souls and loves in one another ! We'll spring together, and we'll bear one fruit ; One joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn ; One age go with us, and one hour of death Shall close our eyes, and one grave make us happy.