The poetic negligée, by CalebSimpkin and Marshall, 1832 - 262 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
... hope the maternal penchant may be indulgently gratified . She is , moreover , again in that interesting situation , “ in which ladies wish to be who love their lords , " but should her firstling not be taken cherishingly by the hand , I ...
... hope the maternal penchant may be indulgently gratified . She is , moreover , again in that interesting situation , “ in which ladies wish to be who love their lords , " but should her firstling not be taken cherishingly by the hand , I ...
Pàgina 15
... er my care , And tenderly whisper'd me hope from thy cell . 22 Yet tell me , lone maid , if there's trueness in man ? Lo ! echo sigh'd softly- " There's trueness in man . ” Out of breath I exclaim'd- " O but tell me 15 The Lover's Echo.
... er my care , And tenderly whisper'd me hope from thy cell . 22 Yet tell me , lone maid , if there's trueness in man ? Lo ! echo sigh'd softly- " There's trueness in man . ” Out of breath I exclaim'd- " O but tell me 15 The Lover's Echo.
Pàgina 17
... So grief will on the love - lorn sit , And choke the heart that pillows it . But then a " 6 sigh " -to wit , like mine , ( And , reader , such , I hope , as thine ) — C A " sigh , " that's just so faintly deep 17 What is a Sigh?
... So grief will on the love - lorn sit , And choke the heart that pillows it . But then a " 6 sigh " -to wit , like mine , ( And , reader , such , I hope , as thine ) — C A " sigh , " that's just so faintly deep 17 What is a Sigh?
Pàgina 22
... upon its core- Passion which now through every vein Climbs to my hot and mad'ning brain . I've lov'd , methinks , so strangely pure- So deeply , warmly , well , As man can never hope to know , Or tongue 38 22 The Rejected.
... upon its core- Passion which now through every vein Climbs to my hot and mad'ning brain . I've lov'd , methinks , so strangely pure- So deeply , warmly , well , As man can never hope to know , Or tongue 38 22 The Rejected.
Pàgina 23
W H. Armstrong. As man can never hope to know , Or tongue may dare to tell . My love , like her that gave it birth , Has not its likeness on this earth . I love not , O I cannot love As other beings do— Mine is the soul's idolatry , As ...
W H. Armstrong. As man can never hope to know , Or tongue may dare to tell . My love , like her that gave it birth , Has not its likeness on this earth . I love not , O I cannot love As other beings do— Mine is the soul's idolatry , As ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adieu beauty beauty's bliss bloom blush body-snatchers bosom bower breast breathe bridal bride bridegroom bright brow Cachucha celibacy charms cheek Cupid daughter dear dearest death DEVIL'S DYKE e'er erst eyes fair feel flowers fond gentle girl give grief hath heart heaven honour hour husband Hymen Isle of Wight kiss ladies lake Moeris light lone Lord Chamberlain lov'd lovers mandolines Manners and Customs marriage married matrimony Misogyny Morlach ne'er never night o'er old bachelors old maids once Parga pleasure Poetic Negligée pr'ythee Queen rose rosy Tuscan grape round shrine sigh sigh'd sing sleep smile soft song soul spell stranger-one sunny sweet tear tell tender thee There's thine thou hast thou'rt thought true truth twas Twere vex'd virginity vows warm web of fears weep whilst Whitebait wings woman women woodcock-like young Zungeed tree
Passatges populars
Pàgina 25 - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might, the majesty of Loveliness...
Pàgina 21 - Amour ! Amour ! quand tu nous tiens, On peut bien dire : Adieu prudence ! FABLE II.
Pàgina 68 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Pàgina 121 - I have railed so long against marriage: But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.— Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her.
Pàgina 49 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Pàgina xiii - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Pàgina 157 - According to another version of the same proverbial rhyme, we are told :— " The man's a fool who tries by force or skill To stem the current of a woman's will, For if she will, she will, you may depend on't, And if she won't, she won't, and there's an end...
Pàgina 220 - Peace between malicious women is compared to a horse who is made to walk over the ice not properly shod ; or to a vessel in a storm without a rudder ; or to a lame man who should attempt to follow the mountain goats with a young foal or yearling mule.
Pàgina 212 - Plutarch, no man found fault with what was said to Dercyllidas, a great captain, and one that had commanded armies, who coming into the place of assembly, a young man, instead of rising and making room, told him, "Sir, you must not expect that honour from me being young, which cannot be returned to me by a child of yours when I am old.
Pàgina 65 - ... I came to tell thee something : what, I know not. I only know one word that should have been ; And that Oh ! if thy skin were seam'd with wrinkles, If on thy cheek sate sallow hollowness, If thy warm voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill ; But to that breathing form, those ripe round lips, Like a full parted cherry, those dark eyes, Rich in such dewy languors...