Violet Woodville; Or, The Danseuse: a Portraiture of Human Passions and Characters, Volum 2

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Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1836
 

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Pàgina 27 - Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved ? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish...
Pàgina 168 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Pàgina 102 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the Flood.
Pàgina 10 - THE PICKWICK PAPERS. — On the 31st of March will be published, to be continued monthly, price One Shilling, the first number of the POSTHUMOUS PAPERS OF THE PICKWICK CLUB, containing a faithful record of the Perambulations, Perils, Travels, Adventures, and Sporting Transactions of the Corresponding Members. Edited by Boz.
Pàgina 109 - I hate inconstancy - I loathe, detest, Abhor, condemn, abjure the mortal made Of such quicksilver clay that in his breast No permanent foundation can be laid; Love, constant love, has been my constant guest, And yet last night, being at a masquerade, I saw the prettiest creature, fresh from Milan, Which gave me some sensations like a villain. But soon Philosophy came to my aid, And whisper'd 'think of every sacred tie!
Pàgina 34 - Above, below, aerial murmurs swell, From hanging wood, brown heath, and bushy dell ! A thousand nameless rills, that shun the light, Stealing soft music on the ear of night. So oft the finer movements of the soul, That shun the sphere of Pleasure's gay...
Pàgina 35 - IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IP that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears ; If there the cherish'd heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears...
Pàgina 202 - Mais elle e'tait du monde, ou les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et, rose, elle a vecu ce que vivent les roses, L'espace d'un matin.
Pàgina 70 - And venture into love ! The maid that loves, Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, And puts her trust in miracles for safety.
Pàgina 146 - You will go to the Breakfast, of course ?" said D'Arcy, one morning, in Mrs. Harcourt's drawingroom. " Certainly, as I am invited. Shall you go ? — but it is no use asking, as it is not to be for a week.

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