Hesitation, Or, To Marry, Or Not to Marry?, Svazek 2W. B. Gilley, 1819 |
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Strana 57
... tell you here , upon my honour : will you go home ? " " Well , I don't mind ; if you will . " " Dear Angel ! have my coach , will you ? It will oblige me , actually . " " How strange you are ! just as if I mind- ed whose coach ! Won't ...
... tell you here , upon my honour : will you go home ? " " Well , I don't mind ; if you will . " " Dear Angel ! have my coach , will you ? It will oblige me , actually . " " How strange you are ! just as if I mind- ed whose coach ! Won't ...
Strana 58
... tell us . " " I wish I had no interest in being believ- ed ! " sighed Lord Percival : " if but be unmarried ! " - you could " I wish I could ! - but it is hoping for im- possibilities . " " I am not so sure of that . ” " Oh ! you may be ...
... tell us . " " I wish I had no interest in being believ- ed ! " sighed Lord Percival : " if but be unmarried ! " - you could " I wish I could ! - but it is hoping for im- possibilities . " " I am not so sure of that . ” " Oh ! you may be ...
Strana 60
... tell you . " - " You may tell me then , " said Lady Cler- vaux , smiling with arch significance . " Adorable woman ! let me then tell you ! You are now in my carriage ; suffer me to di- rect the coachman to drive us into the country ...
... tell you . " - " You may tell me then , " said Lady Cler- vaux , smiling with arch significance . " Adorable woman ! let me then tell you ! You are now in my carriage ; suffer me to di- rect the coachman to drive us into the country ...
Strana 78
... tell him , I will certainly send him a card to my first rout . I hope Gros- venor will be obliged to go to the continent , as he seems to think ; -take notice though , he does not get me there ! " " And there , I conclude , he may be ...
... tell him , I will certainly send him a card to my first rout . I hope Gros- venor will be obliged to go to the continent , as he seems to think ; -take notice though , he does not get me there ! " " And there , I conclude , he may be ...
Strana 82
... tell the Colonel what he heard , think you ? " demanded the fashionable wife , in alarm . I have a great inclination to ac- cept the Count's offer . " 66 " What care I what you accept ? " inter- rupted Lady Jane , her cheek and lips ...
... tell the Colonel what he heard , think you ? " demanded the fashionable wife , in alarm . I have a great inclination to ac- cept the Count's offer . " 66 " What care I what you accept ? " inter- rupted Lady Jane , her cheek and lips ...
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Strana 216 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Strana 192 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings...
Strana 172 - Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Strana 192 - The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, because the Spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth; but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
Strana 3 - The naked negro, panting at the Line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Strana 3 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Strana 250 - Of mortal man, the sovereign Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, The soul should find enjoyment : but from these Turning disdainful to an equal good, Through all the ascent of things enlarge her view...
Strana 99 - There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the. lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
Strana 60 - Between th' extremes the daring vessel flies ; With boundless involution, bursting o'er The marble cliffs, loud dashing surges roar ; Hoarse thro' each winding creek the tempest raves, And hollow rocks repeat the groan of waves. Destruction round th...
Strana 241 - For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all the forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.