A professional beauty, Volum 1Tinsley Brothers, 1882 - 247 pàgines |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 131 - I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be loved by none.
Pàgina 18 - I die, I faint, I fail ! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas I My heart beats loud and fast : Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines, yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Pàgina 51 - LOVE NOT. LOVE not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay ! Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers — • Things that are made to fade and fall away, When they have blossomed but a few short hours.
Pàgina 18 - Oh lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; — Oh! press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last.
Pàgina 208 - Nae langer she wept^— her tears were a' spent,— Despair it was come, and she thought it content; She thought it content, but her cheek it grew pale, And she droop'd, like a lily broke down by the hail.
Pàgina 181 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Pàgina 165 - Love not, love not ! The thing you love may die — May perish from the gay and gladsome earth; The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky, Beam on its grave as once upon its birth.
Pàgina 108 - Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud ; A brittle glass, that's broken presently : A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
Pàgina 103 - He was a kind and thankful creature, whose heart dilated in proportion as his skin was filled with good cheer, and whose Spirits rose with eating as some men's do with drink. He could not help, too, rolling his large eyes round him as he ate, and chuckling with the possibility that he might one day be lord of all this scene of almost unimaginable luxury and splendor.
Pàgina 74 - That kiss went, tingling, to my very heart. When it was gone, the sense of it did stay ; The sweetness clinged upon my lips all day, Like drops of honey, loth to fall away.