Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Volumen1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... laughing countenances ; for there were but few of us not ready to exclaim with Gonzalo , in the play " Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of dry land . " An hour's sail brought us within view of the American coast ...
... laughing countenances ; for there were but few of us not ready to exclaim with Gonzalo , in the play " Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of dry land . " An hour's sail brought us within view of the American coast ...
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... laugh at myself . The poor deacon ( who prides himself upon his knowledge of gardening ; and , indeed , employs nearly all his leisure time among his plants ) had undertaken to rear a patch of Indian - corn , and by his skilful ...
... laugh at myself . The poor deacon ( who prides himself upon his knowledge of gardening ; and , indeed , employs nearly all his leisure time among his plants ) had undertaken to rear a patch of Indian - corn , and by his skilful ...
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... gers . Paul , thee will not mind the boy's laugh- ing ! " " What a delightful thing it is to have a reputa- tion ! " said I to myself . " My fame has already preceded me ; and , most assuredly , has procured PAUL ULRIC . 39.
... gers . Paul , thee will not mind the boy's laugh- ing ! " " What a delightful thing it is to have a reputa- tion ! " said I to myself . " My fame has already preceded me ; and , most assuredly , has procured PAUL ULRIC . 39.
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... laugh , like parrots at a bagpiper ; And others of such vinegar aspect , That they'll not show their teeth in way of ... laughter was like an earthquake ; it shook the very ground . He was a person who had laughed until he had grown fat ...
... laugh , like parrots at a bagpiper ; And others of such vinegar aspect , That they'll not show their teeth in way of ... laughter was like an earthquake ; it shook the very ground . He was a person who had laughed until he had grown fat ...
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... laughed , shaking the mud in our faces . He retreated to a house on the road- side , where he said he would remain ... laughing friend resided in an elegant house in street : I was told that he had originally been a tallow - chandler ...
... laughed , shaking the mud in our faces . He retreated to a house on the road- side , where he said he would remain ... laughing friend resided in an elegant house in street : I was told that he had originally been a tallow - chandler ...
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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...