Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Svazek 1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... morning , when he discovered how much he had been befriended by my father , gave himself a formal introduction ; and proved to be no other than the celebrated personage described in a late excellent and highly popular novel as Gentleman ...
... morning , when he discovered how much he had been befriended by my father , gave himself a formal introduction ; and proved to be no other than the celebrated personage described in a late excellent and highly popular novel as Gentleman ...
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... - grown lad . One morning at the breakfast - table , my father abruptly said , " Paul , my boy , you have never been from home ? " I replied , of course , in the negative . " It is time you should see something of the PAUL ULRIC . 15.
... - grown lad . One morning at the breakfast - table , my father abruptly said , " Paul , my boy , you have never been from home ? " I replied , of course , in the negative . " It is time you should see something of the PAUL ULRIC . 15.
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... morning . The sun was just climbing over the distant hills . My father and my- self had walked forth to enjoy the pure and fragrant air . " How magnificent ! " he abruptly exclaimed , paus- ing upon an eminence that commanded a full ...
... morning . The sun was just climbing over the distant hills . My father and my- self had walked forth to enjoy the pure and fragrant air . " How magnificent ! " he abruptly exclaimed , paus- ing upon an eminence that commanded a full ...
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... morning , deacon Wafer called upon us in a violent rage , and demanded an equiva- lent in money for three ducks and seven young turkeys , which he said , Master Paul had deliberately shot the preceding afternoon with his pistols . This ...
... morning , deacon Wafer called upon us in a violent rage , and demanded an equiva- lent in money for three ducks and seven young turkeys , which he said , Master Paul had deliberately shot the preceding afternoon with his pistols . This ...
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... morning into my room . I hurried on my clothes ; he spoke not a word until I was about to leave the apartment . " Stop ! " said he , with a scowling look . " You have offended , and must be punished . I have had it in contemplation for ...
... morning into my room . I hurried on my clothes ; he spoke not a word until I was about to leave the apartment . " Stop ! " said he , with a scowling look . " You have offended , and must be punished . I have had it in contemplation for ...
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Strana 52 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Strana 23 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Strana 140 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Strana 82 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes. Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Strana 5 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...
Strana 90 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Strana 97 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Strana 72 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 22 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Strana 97 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears...