Discipline, by the author of 'Self-control'.1814 |
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Strana 8
... proof , that the loss of all worldly comfort cannot of itself procure this solace ; that the ruin of all our earthly prospects cannot of itself elevate the hope long used to grovel 3 shewn," were the words which rose to my ...
... proof , that the loss of all worldly comfort cannot of itself procure this solace ; that the ruin of all our earthly prospects cannot of itself elevate the hope long used to grovel 3 shewn," were the words which rose to my ...
Strana 9
Mary Brunton. cannot of itself elevate the hope long used to grovel among earthly things . • friend ; I spent almost two hours with my during which , though so weak that the slightest exertions seemed oppressive to her , she at intervals ...
Mary Brunton. cannot of itself elevate the hope long used to grovel among earthly things . • friend ; I spent almost two hours with my during which , though so weak that the slightest exertions seemed oppressive to her , she at intervals ...
Strana 36
... hope it will be otherwise , " said Mait- land , with a sigh not quite so audible as mine , but a little more sincere . 66 No , no , " said I , sighing again , “ löve is out of the question with me . The crea- tures that dangle after me ...
... hope it will be otherwise , " said Mait- land , with a sigh not quite so audible as mine , but a little more sincere . 66 No , no , " said I , sighing again , “ löve is out of the question with me . The crea- tures that dangle after me ...
Strana 56
... hope that you would re- ward my faithful love , that you would fly with me to that happy land where marriage . is still free ! " - My masquerade folly thus recalled to my recollection , the blood rushed tumultuous- ly to my face and ...
... hope that you would re- ward my faithful love , that you would fly with me to that happy land where marriage . is still free ! " - My masquerade folly thus recalled to my recollection , the blood rushed tumultuous- ly to my face and ...
Strana 109
... hope stole upon my mind that all was near a close . I felt a gloomy satisfaction in the thought , that surely my death would reach the heart of my false friend , -that surely when she knew that I had found refuge in the grave from ...
... hope stole upon my mind that all was near a close . I felt a gloomy satisfaction in the thought , that surely my death would reach the heart of my false friend , -that surely when she knew that I had found refuge in the grave from ...
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Aberfoyle abode accustomed affection answered asked began bestow better blessing Boswell Burgh carriage Cecil child comfort cried dark dear door earth effeminacy Ellen endeavoured escape evil eyes false friend father fear feeling felt folly fortune Glen Eredine habits hand heart Heaven Henry hope hour human impatience inquired instantly Juliet knew labour Lady Maria Lady St Edmunds leave less longer look Lord Frede Lord Frederick lover Madam Mait Maitland means ment mind Miss Arnold Miss Mor Miss Mortimer Miss Mortimer's Miss Percy morning mother Murray ness never obliged offered once passion perhaps pleasure poor pride racter rapture recollection returned scarcely scorn Scotland seemed sense sentiment shew smile soon sorrow soul Southron spect spirit St Clare strangers sure tears tell temper ther thing thought Tibullus timate tion told trifles turned utter Warburton wish woman words
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Strana 76 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Strana 249 - AH me ! full sorely is my heart forlorn, To think how modest worth neglected lies, While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise...
Strana 47 - If a small breeze obstruct the course, It whirls about, for want of force, And in its narrow circle gathers Nothing but chaff, and straws, and feathers. The current of a female mind Stops thus, and turns with every wind ; Thus whirling round, together draws Fools, fops, and rakes, for chaff and straws.
Strana 130 - ... can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion upon* the son of her womb ? Yea, they may forget, yet will not I forget thee, saith the Lord; for I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands.
Strana 200 - Where often she had sate caressing Her who, she deems, is now a saint in Heaven. Upon her hearth the fire is dead, The smoke in air hath vanished ; The last long lingering look is given, The shuddering start, — the inward groan, — And the Pilgrim on her way hath gone. Behold her on the lone sea-shore, Listening unto the...
Strana 159 - Seems not a blank to me, a loss of all Those fond sensations, those enchanting dreams, Which cheat a toiling world from day to day, And form the whole of happiness they know. It is. to me perfection, glory, triumph. Nay, fondly would I chuse it, tho...
Strana 196 - I saw her baptism," said the faithful creature to me, the big tears rolling down her furrowed face, " and now — but it is as the Lord will." By my dying friend's own desire, she was visited by the clergyman upon whose ministry she had attended ; and with him she conversed with her accustomed serenity, directing his attention to some of her own poor, who were likely to become more destitute by her loss ; and affectionately commending to his care the unfortunate girl whom her death was to cast once...
Strana 278 - Made use and fair advantage of his days; His years but young, but his experience old ; His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe ; And, in a word, (for far behind his worth Come all the praises that I now bestow,) He is complete in feature, and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, He is as worthy for an empress' love, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Strana 193 - Indeed, my seclusion now became more complete than ever, for Miss Mortimer's malady, the increase of which she had hitherto endeavoured to conceal from me, suddenly became so severe as to baffle all disguise. Yet it was no expression of impatience which betrayed her. For four months I scarcely quitted her bed-side, by day or by night. During this long protracted season of suffering, neither cry nor groan escaped her. Often have I wiped the big drops of agony from her forehead ; but she never complained....
Strana 232 - ... her true power and value. I -am much mistaken, if it be not easier to die like a martyr than to live like a Christian ; and if the glory of our faith be not better displayed in a life of meekness, humility, and self-denial, than even in a death of triumph. I am sure the question would not bear dispute, if all .mankind were unhappily born with feelings as lively, and passions as strong as mine. Whether .my...