Man of Two Lives: A Narrative Written by HimselfWells, 1829 - Počet stran: 324 |
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... passion displayed itself in sobs and tears , until I obtained a removal to the bosom of that superior softness , who captivated in so many ways - who silenced the cravings of ap- petite , and dried up every tear ; the trembling lustre ...
... passion displayed itself in sobs and tears , until I obtained a removal to the bosom of that superior softness , who captivated in so many ways - who silenced the cravings of ap- petite , and dried up every tear ; the trembling lustre ...
Strana 17
... passionate love for the author of Christianity , but ended with asserting himself to be the sa- viour of the world . With respect to the book , thus doubly mine , the associations connected with it were even painful , though quite ...
... passionate love for the author of Christianity , but ended with asserting himself to be the sa- viour of the world . With respect to the book , thus doubly mine , the associations connected with it were even painful , though quite ...
Strana 25
... passion obliterated immedi- ately the fancy's creation ; or if its striking re- semblance saved it from destruction , I would turn it downwards in the portfolio , that it might not shock me by surprise . I thought a history attached to ...
... passion obliterated immedi- ately the fancy's creation ; or if its striking re- semblance saved it from destruction , I would turn it downwards in the portfolio , that it might not shock me by surprise . I thought a history attached to ...
Strana 31
... passions . Writing for a learned body , he applies con- stantly to their reason ; and their religion is shown to need no other support . His mode of stating , as it were , the account between the Creator and the creature , calls forth ...
... passions . Writing for a learned body , he applies con- stantly to their reason ; and their religion is shown to need no other support . His mode of stating , as it were , the account between the Creator and the creature , calls forth ...
Strana 40
... passions in their excesses are abundant en- gines of human misery . You have yourself never known or happily survived their errors , and find all at peace in your remembrance . But there are those who feel it impossible to escape ...
... passions in their excesses are abundant en- gines of human misery . You have yourself never known or happily survived their errors , and find all at peace in your remembrance . But there are those who feel it impossible to escape ...
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Strana 211 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 113 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain. Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of Cyprus lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies9 Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Strana 72 - IT was a dismal, and a fearful night, Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light, When Sleep, Death's image, left my troubled breast By something liker Death possest. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my soul hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate. What bell was that? Ah me ! too much I know ! My sweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever, and my life to moan ? O thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body, when...
Strana 11 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 177 - I hesitate, from the apprehension of ridicule, when I approach the delicate subject of my e,arly love. By this word I do not mean the polite attention, the gallantry, without hope or design, which has originated in the spirit of chivalry, and is interwoven with the texture of French manners.
Strana 104 - From doubts unfetter'd, and dissolved in day ; Unwarm'd by vanity, unreach'd by strife, And all my hopes and fears thrown off with life ; Why am I charm'd by friendship's fond essays, And though unbodied, conscious of thy praise ; Has pride a portion in the parted soul ? Does passion still the firmless mind control?
Strana 256 - I give not heaven for lost . From this descent Celestial virtues rising, will appear More glorious and more dread than from no fall, And trust themselves to fear no second fate.
Strana 28 - If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it: that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again, it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets; Stealing and giving odour.
Strana 72 - And on my soul hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate. What bell was that ? Ah me ! Too much I know. My sweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever, and my life to moan? O thou hast left me all alone ! Thy soul and body when death's agony Besieg'd around thy noble heart, Did not with more reluctance part Than I, my dearest friend, do part from thee.
Strana 290 - Wi' wings that I might flee, Then I wad travel o'er the main, My ae true love to see ; Then I wad tell a joyfu' tale To ane that's dear to me, And sit upon a king's window, And sing my melody. The adder lies i...