The Bohemian, continued. Second loveH. Colburn, 1829 |
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... face up towards him as she spoke , with that look of womanly tenderness , which is at once the most beautiful and the most moving of all the varieties of ex- pression which the human countenance is given Who is there , towards whom ...
... face up towards him as she spoke , with that look of womanly tenderness , which is at once the most beautiful and the most moving of all the varieties of ex- pression which the human countenance is given Who is there , towards whom ...
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... up , as only woman can look , into his face as she added- " May I not indeed call it my home , dear Adrian ? " " Your home , Mabel ? -- Where else but in my dwelling should your home be ? —Ah Mabel , 34 TALES OF PASSION .
... up , as only woman can look , into his face as she added- " May I not indeed call it my home , dear Adrian ? " " Your home , Mabel ? -- Where else but in my dwelling should your home be ? —Ah Mabel , 34 TALES OF PASSION .
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... face , where the feelings which passed through her mind were manifest , the Count thought he had never beheld a creature so lovely - he felt that he had never ( but once ) loved any one as he loved her he felt that he had never been ...
... face , where the feelings which passed through her mind were manifest , the Count thought he had never beheld a creature so lovely - he felt that he had never ( but once ) loved any one as he loved her he felt that he had never been ...
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... face already of surpass- ing loveliness , she stretched out her hand to welcome him home . " What not yet gone to rest , Mabel ? -Why it is almost three . " " I could not rest till you came , dear Adrian -and I have been sitting here ...
... face already of surpass- ing loveliness , she stretched out her hand to welcome him home . " What not yet gone to rest , Mabel ? -Why it is almost three . " " I could not rest till you came , dear Adrian -and I have been sitting here ...
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... face as I read to you from your favourite volumes ; in short , we can no longer be the whole world to one another , as we have been of late : the world without - curses be on it ! -has fastened its gripe upon us - we must live for that ...
... face as I read to you from your favourite volumes ; in short , we can no longer be the whole world to one another , as we have been of late : the world without - curses be on it ! -has fastened its gripe upon us - we must live for that ...
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Page 135 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Page 158 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 156 - For mine is the lay that lightly floats, And mine are the murmuring, dying notes, That fall as soft as snow on the sea, And melt in the heart as instantly...
Page 107 - Ils suivaient sans remords leur penchant amoureux ; Tous les jours se levaient clairs et sereins pour eux : Et moi , triste rebut de la nature entière, Je me cachais au jour , je fuyais la lumière...
Page 315 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Page 24 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 106 - Les at-on vus souvent se parler, se chercher? Dans le fond des forêts allaient-ils se cacher? Hélas! ils se voyaient avec pleine licence. •Le ciel de leurs soupirs approuvait l'innocence: Ils suivaient sans remords leur penchant amoureux; Tous les jours se levaient clairs et sereins pour eux.
Page 116 - ... exhibited but faint traces in the earliest age of the Church is due, not merely to the small comparative numbers of the disciples, but no less to their expectation of an immediate close to this world's affairs. The only reason why Paul sanctioned contentment with his condition in the converted slave, was that, for so short a time, it was not worth while for any man to change his state ; he that was free, was already the Lord's bondsman; and he that was bound, the Lord's freeman.
Page 14 - Lui laissait le regret de mourir ma victime ! Va le trouver : dis-lui qu'il apprenne à l'ingrat Qu'on l'immole à ma haine, et non pas à l'État. Chère Cléone, cours : ma vengeance est perdue , S'il ignore en mourant que c'est moi qui le tue.
Page 134 - I did so, and they are as follows : — " Cette terre, ou les myrtes fleurissent, Ou les rayons des cieux tombent avec amour, Ou les sons enchanteurs dans les airs retentissent, Ou la plus douce nuit succede au plus beau jour.