Count Robert of Paris

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Robert Cadell, Edinburgh; and Whittaker and Company, London., 1832 - 330 pàgines

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Pàgina 334 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Pàgina 334 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Pàgina 109 - It came flying through the air," says that good knight, " like a winged dragon, about the thickness of a hogshead, with the report of thunder and the speed of lightning, and the darkness of the night was dispelled by this horrible illumination.
Pàgina 202 - ... hero. We cannot, however, refuse her judicious and important remark, that the disorders of the times were the misfortune and the glory of Alexius ; and that every calamity which can afflict a declining empire, was accumulated on his reign by the justice of heaven, and the vices of his predecessors.
Pàgina 235 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Pàgina 334 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Pàgina 18 - WILL you hear a Spanish lady. How shee wooed an English man ? Garments gay as rich as may be Decked with jewels she had on. Of a comely countenance and grace was she, And by birth and parentage of high degree.
Pàgina 8 - One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation.
Pàgina 201 - Yet instead of the simplicity of style and narrative which wins our belief, an elaborate affectation of rhetoric and science, betrays in every page the vanity of a female author.
Pàgina 166 - Curious, not knowing, not exa.ct, but nice, Form short .ideas, and offend in arts (As most in manners) by a love to parts. Some to Conceit alone their taste confine, And...

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