The water queen, or, The mermaid of loch Lene, and other tales

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A.K. Newman and Company, 1832 - Počet stran: 846

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Strana 259 - The voice of the Lord is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the Lord is upon many waters.
Strana 274 - t; I have use for it. Go, leave me. — (Exit Emilia). I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of Holy Writ.
Strana 48 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Strana 123 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world ; Else none at all in aught proves excellent.
Strana 20 - When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage ; Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed ; At gaming, swearing ; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't : Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven : And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, As hell, whereto it goes.
Strana 152 - No, Caesar shall not: danger knows full well. That Caesar is more dangerous than he. We are two lions littered in one day, And I the elder and more terrible: — And Caesar shall go forth.
Strana 5 - CONTRAST. A Novel. By REGINA MARIA ROCHE, author of " The Children of the Abbey,
Strana 259 - Far hence be souls profane!" The Sibyl cried, "and from the grove abstain! Now, Trojan, take the way thy fates afford; Assume thy courage, and unsheathe thy sword.
Strana 100 - Humphreys discovered that he was the subject of such applause, he put spurs to his horse and was soon out of sight in the woodland, his modest spirit carrying him away.
Strana 239 - ... wrecked on our own shores, and prisoners to the Saxons ? Is not the sentence passed, and our excision foredoomed ? How are ye fallen from the ancient glories of your native land ! Power degraded into weakness, beauty to deformity, freedom into slavery, and the song of triumph into elegies of despair. Nial, of the nine hostages, look not down upon us, lest thou blush for thy captive Gadhelians. Conn, of the hundred battles, sleep in thy grass-grown tomb, nor upbraid our defeats with thy victories."—...

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