Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Volumen1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... standing his aversion to books - its library . When these arrangements were completed , it was discovered that my education had been sadly neglected . My mother proposed that I should be sent to Mr. Jenkins , a very respectable man ...
... standing his aversion to books - its library . When these arrangements were completed , it was discovered that my education had been sadly neglected . My mother proposed that I should be sent to Mr. Jenkins , a very respectable man ...
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... standing upon the edge of a rock which extended some distance into the water . She was reaching out her hand for a beautiful water - lily ; as I feared , she lost her balance and fell into the stream . What a charming incident ! I ...
... standing upon the edge of a rock which extended some distance into the water . She was reaching out her hand for a beautiful water - lily ; as I feared , she lost her balance and fell into the stream . What a charming incident ! I ...
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... standing between us . " " Ah , I see that you are disposed to give me some room for hope , " continued Bunting . " I will lay myself at your feet , and entreat your par- don , while I confess that the object I so madly love is ...
... standing between us . " " Ah , I see that you are disposed to give me some room for hope , " continued Bunting . " I will lay myself at your feet , and entreat your par- don , while I confess that the object I so madly love is ...
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... standing it was unusually large - and that was at least fifteen feet above the ground ; so that , had my antagonist been a very Goliah , I should not have harmed a hair of his head . I would have sworn that I had been firing with ...
... standing it was unusually large - and that was at least fifteen feet above the ground ; so that , had my antagonist been a very Goliah , I should not have harmed a hair of his head . I would have sworn that I had been firing with ...
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... standing directly before me . Not knowing what dread apparition it might be , 1 started back with horror . " Come in ! " said a voice resembling the scribe's . " Come in , I say ! " I mustered courage , and entered . There stood the ...
... standing directly before me . Not knowing what dread apparition it might be , 1 started back with horror . " Come in ! " said a voice resembling the scribe's . " Come in , I say ! " I mustered courage , and entered . There stood the ...
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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...