Woman's Love: A Romance of Smiles and Tears!

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Kent and Richards, 1847 - 323 páginas

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Página 199 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 72 - And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Página 273 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Página 54 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 82 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Página 199 - The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath ; it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown.
Página 3 - Murder ! Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
Página 110 - To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: * So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Página 223 - That one half of the world knows not how the other half lives, is a common and juft obfervation.
Página 105 - I am about it, but indeed my invention Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frieze It plucks out brains and all.

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