Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Volumen1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of dry land . " An hour's sail brought us within view of the American coast , which we could just discern stretching along the horizon like the delicate shade of a picture . We doubled Cape ...
... give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of dry land . " An hour's sail brought us within view of the American coast , which we could just discern stretching along the horizon like the delicate shade of a picture . We doubled Cape ...
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... gives her miniature . ” " Charming creature ! " " They wish you to take them as proofs of their affection , and beg you to return , if not imme- diately , at least in a few days . " " Give them a thousand thanks for these marks of their ...
... gives her miniature . ” " Charming creature ! " " They wish you to take them as proofs of their affection , and beg you to return , if not imme- diately , at least in a few days . " " Give them a thousand thanks for these marks of their ...
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... give you a word of advice . I take great interest in the welfare of young people — par- ticularly when they are likely to be imposed upon . When you go to the theatre - perhaps you never go to the theatre ? A pleasant amusement , is it ...
... give you a word of advice . I take great interest in the welfare of young people — par- ticularly when they are likely to be imposed upon . When you go to the theatre - perhaps you never go to the theatre ? A pleasant amusement , is it ...
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... give a farthing more . " " Forty dollars ! " he soliloquized in an under tone ; which , however , was sufficiently audible to my ear . " Forty dollars ! Let me see . This is certainly not half its value ; but I might be dis- appointed ...
... give a farthing more . " " Forty dollars ! " he soliloquized in an under tone ; which , however , was sufficiently audible to my ear . " Forty dollars ! Let me see . This is certainly not half its value ; but I might be dis- appointed ...
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... further utterance . “ Don't you think I look very charming in this crimson shawl ? " said Alice to her mother , during the paroxysm of her sister's tears . " It gives such a tinge to one's complexion : but then nobody has PAUL ULRIC . 57.
... further utterance . “ Don't you think I look very charming in this crimson shawl ? " said Alice to her mother , during the paroxysm of her sister's tears . " It gives such a tinge to one's complexion : but then nobody has PAUL ULRIC . 57.
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Página 52 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Página 23 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Página 140 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 82 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes. Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Página 5 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...
Página 90 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Página 97 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Página 72 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 22 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 97 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears...