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... heart too proud to love ! They will bid me not to falter , As they deck my brow with gold ; But my heart will never alter Till its pulse is still and cold ! GENEROSITY AND INJUSTICE . A TALE . 1 BY MISS ANNA MARIA SARGEANT . " How ...
... heart too proud to love ! They will bid me not to falter , As they deck my brow with gold ; But my heart will never alter Till its pulse is still and cold ! GENEROSITY AND INJUSTICE . A TALE . 1 BY MISS ANNA MARIA SARGEANT . " How ...
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... heart too proud to love ! They will bid me not to falter , As they deck my brow with gold ; But my heart will never alter Till its pulse is still and cold ! GENEROSITY AND INJUSTICE . A TALE . BY MISS ANNA MARIA SARGEANT . " How ...
... heart too proud to love ! They will bid me not to falter , As they deck my brow with gold ; But my heart will never alter Till its pulse is still and cold ! GENEROSITY AND INJUSTICE . A TALE . BY MISS ANNA MARIA SARGEANT . " How ...
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... heart of Georgiana beat high with plea- sure , only interrupted by the thought of the dis- closure she was to make of her indiscretions , and the leave she was to ask . But she could not enter upon it on the first day of his arrival ...
... heart of Georgiana beat high with plea- sure , only interrupted by the thought of the dis- closure she was to make of her indiscretions , and the leave she was to ask . But she could not enter upon it on the first day of his arrival ...
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... heart - expanding glee . Heedless of Winter's bygone hours , We cast off thoughts of gloom , And welcome Nature's earliest flow'rs , That bless us with their bloom . To me this genial season gives A joy of higher tone ; It tells me that ...
... heart - expanding glee . Heedless of Winter's bygone hours , We cast off thoughts of gloom , And welcome Nature's earliest flow'rs , That bless us with their bloom . To me this genial season gives A joy of higher tone ; It tells me that ...
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... heart which beats for poor Ione ! " was increased by the presence of a Spartan boy , for such his dress bespoke him , as much as it might be seen in the dim light which surrounded them ; he had entered tremblingly , and gazing anxiously ...
... heart which beats for poor Ione ! " was increased by the presence of a Spartan boy , for such his dress bespoke him , as much as it might be seen in the dim light which surrounded them ; he had entered tremblingly , and gazing anxiously ...
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Página 252 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Página 228 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought and sued ; This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude ! XXVII.
Página 10 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 102 - ... paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the...
Página 83 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 14 - O that I had wings like a dove : for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Página 96 - It is the open eye, the quick ear, the judging taste, the keen smell, and the lively touch; it is the interpreter of all riddles, the surmotinter of all difficulties, the remover of all obstacles.
Página 37 - Tis a little thing To give a cup of water ; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when Nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Página 96 - It is useful in all places, and at all times ; it is useful in solitude, for it shows a man his way into the world ; it is useful in society, for it shows him his way through the world.
Página 97 - It has served an invisible and extemporary apprenticeship ; it wants no drilling ; it never ranks in the awkward squad ; it has no left hand, no deaf ear, no blind side. It puts on no looks of wondrous wisdom, it has no air of profundity, but plays with the details of place as dexterously as a welltaught hand flourishes over the keys of the piano-forte. It has all the air of commonplace, and all the force and power of genius.