De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Band 2Lea and Blanchard, 1841 |
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... hand - for in truth , he seemed little equal to busi- ness and retired with it alone . The immense seal , teeming with arms and supporters , with an ample ducal coronet above , denoted whence the packet came . " Prince Adolphus , I ...
... hand - for in truth , he seemed little equal to busi- ness and retired with it alone . The immense seal , teeming with arms and supporters , with an ample ducal coronet above , denoted whence the packet came . " Prince Adolphus , I ...
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... hand of a herald . was " The family at least seem not to undervalue this alliance , " said I to myself ; yet I thought it might be only a fair com- pliment to the princess , Bertha's mother ; and , as to the young hussar , what more ...
... hand of a herald . was " The family at least seem not to undervalue this alliance , " said I to myself ; yet I thought it might be only a fair com- pliment to the princess , Bertha's mother ; and , as to the young hussar , what more ...
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... hand , and the keepers had re- course to their staves ; but we were relieved by finding it proceeded from Granville ... hands in a sort of fer- vor , as it in mental prayer . This was no more than what any other young woman might have ...
... hand , and the keepers had re- course to their staves ; but we were relieved by finding it proceeded from Granville ... hands in a sort of fer- vor , as it in mental prayer . This was no more than what any other young woman might have ...
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... hand clasped in my pocket , I prepared to surrender ; not from resentment , nor even as poor Ophelia had felt , that the giver had proved unkind — for with unkindness I was just enough to think that Bertha had nothing to do but purely ...
... hand clasped in my pocket , I prepared to surrender ; not from resentment , nor even as poor Ophelia had felt , that the giver had proved unkind — for with unkindness I was just enough to think that Bertha had nothing to do but purely ...
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... hand , a look of surprise , curiosity , and doubt as to my intention , flitted across her countenance , and she ev- idently waited with interest to be told what I meant by pro- ducing the well - known book . I left her not in ...
... hand , a look of surprise , curiosity , and doubt as to my intention , flitted across her countenance , and she ev- idently waited with interest to be told what I meant by pro- ducing the well - known book . I left her not in ...
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Seite 24 - As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Seite 124 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Seite 241 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 75 - Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field ; Let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, And the pomegranates bud forth: There will I give thee my loves.
Seite 14 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
Seite 11 - That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare Temperance: If every just man that now pines with want Had but a moderate and beseeming share Of that which lewdly pampered Luxury Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, Nature's full blessings would be well dispensed In unsuperfluous even proportion, And she no whit encumbered with her store...
Seite 107 - Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 179 - True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise ; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self ; and, in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions ; it loves shade and solitude, and naturally haunts groves and fountains, fields and meadows : in short, it feels every thing it wants within itself, and receives no addition from multitudes of witnesses and spectators.
Seite 105 - Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel. What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry : Come buy.
Seite 124 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.