The Roué, Volume 2J. and J. Harper, 1828 |
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... hour , and leave their lives in air . This is natural philosophy . Then look to history . Do you think the precocious schoolboy ever connects the Rape of the Sabines with Malthus on Population ? and what must he naturally think when he ...
... hour , and leave their lives in air . This is natural philosophy . Then look to history . Do you think the precocious schoolboy ever connects the Rape of the Sabines with Malthus on Population ? and what must he naturally think when he ...
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... hour , and leave their lives in air . This is natural philosophy . Then look to history . Do you think the precocious schoolboy ever connects the Rape of the Sabines with Malthus on Population ? and what must he naturally think when he ...
... hour , and leave their lives in air . This is natural philosophy . Then look to history . Do you think the precocious schoolboy ever connects the Rape of the Sabines with Malthus on Population ? and what must he naturally think when he ...
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... hours of reflection ; and even a man of plea- sure must have his hours of reflection - they enable him to mature his plans in progress , to project new and break up old ones , and they give a zest to the plaisirs bruyants du grand monde ...
... hours of reflection ; and even a man of plea- sure must have his hours of reflection - they enable him to mature his plans in progress , to project new and break up old ones , and they give a zest to the plaisirs bruyants du grand monde ...
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... hour together , and might have remained so , if it had not been for woman . The first time , I shall never forget it- scarce circumstances make deep impressions - it was one of the brightest mornings I ever beheld ; a clear blue sky ...
... hour together , and might have remained so , if it had not been for woman . The first time , I shall never forget it- scarce circumstances make deep impressions - it was one of the brightest mornings I ever beheld ; a clear blue sky ...
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... hour's attack of virtue was in the south of France , in a little valley , a kind of cul - de - sac of beauty , within a mile or two of Castres , and called the Sidobre . Finding myself in the neighbourhood , the description of Depping ...
... hour's attack of virtue was in the south of France , in a little valley , a kind of cul - de - sac of beauty , within a mile or two of Castres , and called the Sidobre . Finding myself in the neighbourhood , the description of Depping ...
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Página 113 - That run-away's eyes may wink ; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen ! — Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. — Come...
Página 124 - In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. LOR. In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Página 227 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling : 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury and imprisonment 130 Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 79 - Your eyes, indeed, are featured there ; but where's the sparkling moisture, shining fluid, in which they swim? The picture, indeed, has your dimples ; but where's the swarm of killing Cupids that should ambush there? The lips too are figured out; but where's the carnation dew, the pouting ripeness, that tempts the taste in the original? Mrs Sul.
Página 190 - The story of my life, we might lose time. Be record all the spirits of the air, And all things else that are, that day and night, Early and late, the tribute which my heart Hath paid to Annabella's sacred love, Hath been these tears, which are her mourners now ! Never till now did Nature do her best, To show a matchless beauty to the world, Which in an instant, ere it scarce was seen, The jealous Destinies required again.
Página 77 - Each panel in achievements clothing, Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o'er him, My grave Lord-Keeper led the brawls ; The sealr and maces danced before him.
Página 227 - Aye, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Página 204 - To charm me with thy softness : 'tis in vain : Thou can'st no more betray, nor I be ruin'd. The hours of folly, and of fond delight, Are wasted all, and fled ; those that remain Are doom'd to weeping, anguish, and repentance.
Página 24 - At first, as one who sought access, but feared To interrupt, sidelong he works his way. As when a ship by skilful steersman wrought Nigh river's mouth or foreland, where the wind Veers oft, as oft so steers, and shifts her sail...
Página 32 - And again, just before he hears the sudden tidings of her death — " If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand ; My bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne, And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.