Tales of fault and feeling, by the author of 'Zeal and experience'.

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T. Hookham, 1825
 

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Seite 127 - Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music: Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself, and .scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything.
Seite 201 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 14 - The noble sister of Poplicola, The moon of Rome ; chaste as the icicle That's curdled by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple This is no more than illustrating a quality of the mind, by comparing it with a sensible object.
Seite 259 - Mas él aquí y allí va tan liviano Que hieren por herirle el aire vano. ¿ De quién prueba se oyó tan espantosa , Ni en antigua escritura se ha leido , Que estando de la parte.
Seite 208 - Then you may go elsewhere," replied he; "for to my certain knowledge, he has not been here these many years.
Seite 1 - Affect not empty fame and idle praise, Which all those wretches I describe betrays. Your sex's glory 'tis to shine unknown; Of all applause, be fondest of your own. Beware the fever of the mind ! that thirst With which the age is eminently cursed.
Seite 33 - For a moment she stood still, her lips drawn tightly together, and her hands clenched ; then, with a stifled cry, she seized the glove, pressed it to her lips — her bosom, uttered a thousand tender words over it, and burst into a flood of tears. " They were the first she had shed ; and I believe those tears saved her reason. " When slowly she recovered, the unnatural firmness had left her face, and of herself she began speaking of her cousin. Still holding his glove in her trembling hands, she...
Seite 1 - Twas pretty, though a plague, To see him every hour ; to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, In our heart's table ; heart, too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics.
Seite 28 - Baiquhain, the representative of one of the oldest families in the county. He had been enjoying the sports of the field, when, having become overheated, he sought the refreshment of a draught of cold water, which produced violent inflammation, and caused his death. 20. Aged 76, Richard Mansel Philipps, esq., of Coedgain, Carmarthenshire. — At Cowley House, Cuddington, aged...

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