Hesitation, Or, To Marry, Or Not to Marry?, Volum 2W. B. Gilley, 1819 |
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... and a slight lisp . This observation produced the effect of the view halloo ; and it may be said , in sporting language , that the con- versation was again in full cry . " Babel , madam , " said the architect , 40 HOURS OF HESITATION .
... and a slight lisp . This observation produced the effect of the view halloo ; and it may be said , in sporting language , that the con- versation was again in full cry . " Babel , madam , " said the architect , 40 HOURS OF HESITATION .
Pàgina 41
Mrs. Ross, Author of The balance of comfort. " Babel , madam , " said the architect , " as He- rodotus informs me - and he saw the building -occupied a square of a furlong each way , and the height was equal ... madam," said the architect,...
Mrs. Ross, Author of The balance of comfort. " Babel , madam , " said the architect , " as He- rodotus informs me - and he saw the building -occupied a square of a furlong each way , and the height was equal ... madam," said the architect,...
Pàgina 88
... madam ; I greatly admire the Countess de Pologne ; I should grieve to hear of her unhappiness . " " The Countess , monsieur , was wooed , lov- ed , and married ; her lover , her husband , was a man of whom I cannot speak . Hurried on by ...
... madam ; I greatly admire the Countess de Pologne ; I should grieve to hear of her unhappiness . " " The Countess , monsieur , was wooed , lov- ed , and married ; her lover , her husband , was a man of whom I cannot speak . Hurried on by ...
Pàgina 115
... madam , that the sky which canopies your head , may never be that without a cloud or sun , ' - that you may never have cause to thank that pang ' which only proves to the wretch on whom it is inflict- ed , that he can feel , and be ...
... madam , that the sky which canopies your head , may never be that without a cloud or sun , ' - that you may never have cause to thank that pang ' which only proves to the wretch on whom it is inflict- ed , that he can feel , and be ...
Pàgina 205
... MADAM , To Miss Argyle . MOORE . " I Do not apologise for addressing this letter to you ; the purport will explain the necessity and importance of it . If , after its perusal , you shall still think an apology requisite , I beg you to ...
... MADAM , To Miss Argyle . MOORE . " I Do not apologise for addressing this letter to you ; the purport will explain the necessity and importance of it . If , after its perusal , you shall still think an apology requisite , I beg you to ...
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Hesitation, Or, To Marry, Or Not to Marry?: In Three Volumes, Volum 2 Elizabeth B. Lester,Mrs. Ross Visualització completa - 1819 |
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Pàgina 216 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Pàgina 192 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings...
Pàgina 172 - Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pàgina 192 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Pàgina 3 - The naked negro, panting at the Line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Pàgina 3 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Pàgina 250 - Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, The soul should find enjoyment : but from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all the ascent of things enlarge her view...
Pàgina 99 - There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the. lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
Pàgina 60 - Between th' extremes the daring vessel flies ; With boundless involution, bursting o'er The marble cliffs, loud dashing surges roar ; Hoarse thro' each winding creek the tempest raves, And hollow rocks repeat the groan of waves. Destruction round th...
Pàgina 241 - For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all the forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.