The little wife; and The baronet's daughters

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Seite 164 - She would rouse her slumbering energies, she would be herself again; the path of duty must be performed, and that alone. Duty, " I call thee: I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; Oh! let my weakness have an end! Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give;
Seite 59 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind; Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings,
Seite 187 - this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Seite 209 - than the sword; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Hides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world!" In a frivolous, fashionable, polite circle, the attacks are more to things external, such as the
Seite 87 - Tis these that early taint the female soul, Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll, Teach infant cheeks a hidden blush to know, And little hearts to flutter at a beau." FROM this moment, a cloud had fallen over the hitherto bright horizon of our heroine ; her mind was filled with an impression, which absolutely terrified
Seite 3 - Night wanes—the vapours round the mountains curled, Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little but his last; But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth,— The sun is in the heavens, and light on the earth: Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam,
Seite 10 - Dear is the hallowed morn to me, When village bells awake the day ; And by their sacred minstrelsy, Call me from earthly cares away. And dear the rustic harmony, Sung with the pomp of village art; That holy, heavenly melody, The music of a thankful heart.
Seite 100 - daunt mine ears ? • • * • • • • • • * And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, As will a chesnut in a fanner's fire?
Seite 59 - in choice he is so oft beguiled. As waggish boys in game, themselves forswear, So the boy love is perjured everywhere." " MY dearest Nina," said Lord Elmsdale, as she was seated on her
Seite 204 - And fealty nyps the worldes abuse, And shoes us in a glasse, The vertu and the vice Of every wight aloye." So far had been written, when a break occurred in the detail, and an interval of some time elapsed, before an opportunity again presented itself for continuing my story. During this space, I perused, for my own edification.

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