The Young Lady's ReaderS. Babcock, 1839 - 458 pages |
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... Cath- arine ! I will not defend myself against accusations drawn from such a vehicle ! Slander , in all its shapes , is abhorrent , but most when its source is nameless . " " Let there be no anger between us , " said Catharine , calmly ...
... Cath- arine ! I will not defend myself against accusations drawn from such a vehicle ! Slander , in all its shapes , is abhorrent , but most when its source is nameless . " " Let there be no anger between us , " said Catharine , calmly ...
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... Cath . Fie , fie ! unknit that threat'ning , unkind brow ; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes , To wound thy lord , thy king , thy governor : It blots thy beauty , as frosts do bite the meads ; Confounds thy fame , as ...
... Cath . Fie , fie ! unknit that threat'ning , unkind brow ; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes , To wound thy lord , thy king , thy governor : It blots thy beauty , as frosts do bite the meads ; Confounds thy fame , as ...
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... Cath . ) Hor . Now go thy ways , thou hast tamed a curst shrew . Luc . ' Tis a wonder , by your leave , she will be tamed so . Elmi . THE SIEGE OF VALENCIA.- MRS . HEMANS . [ Present , Elmina , Gonzalez , Ximena . ] Oh ! I have stood ...
... Cath . ) Hor . Now go thy ways , thou hast tamed a curst shrew . Luc . ' Tis a wonder , by your leave , she will be tamed so . Elmi . THE SIEGE OF VALENCIA.- MRS . HEMANS . [ Present , Elmina , Gonzalez , Ximena . ] Oh ! I have stood ...
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... Cath . Madam , you are thoughtful ; something occupies Your busy mind . Or . What was ' t we talked of , when the worthy Banneret With Falkenstein upon our converse broke ? Cath . How we should spend our time , when in your castle ...
... Cath . Madam , you are thoughtful ; something occupies Your busy mind . Or . What was ' t we talked of , when the worthy Banneret With Falkenstein upon our converse broke ? Cath . How we should spend our time , when in your castle ...
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... Cath . And stories too , I ween , of ghosts and spirits , And things unearthly , that on Michael's eve Rise from the yawning tombs . Or . Thou thinkest then one night o ' the year is truly More horrid than the rest . Cath . Perhaps it ...
... Cath . And stories too , I ween , of ghosts and spirits , And things unearthly , that on Michael's eve Rise from the yawning tombs . Or . Thou thinkest then one night o ' the year is truly More horrid than the rest . Cath . Perhaps it ...
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Page 128 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 51 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Page 338 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 91 - Curse ye Meroz, (said the angel of the Lord,) curse ye bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty.
Page 150 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 75 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw : Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Page 314 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 350 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 114 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge!
Page 438 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity; and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are : or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.