Romance and Reality, Volúmenes1-2J. & J. Harper, 1832 |
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... Morland , a self - acting philosopher , i . e . one whose philosophy was exerted to his own benefit - that philosophy we are so apt only to exert for others . He was a widower had eschewed politics - never gave advice , but often ...
... Morland , a self - acting philosopher , i . e . one whose philosophy was exerted to his own benefit - that philosophy we are so apt only to exert for others . He was a widower had eschewed politics - never gave advice , but often ...
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... Morland .-- . " So you were at Lady Mandeville's ball last night ? The primeval curse is relaxed in favour of you young ladies . How very happy you are ! " Emily rather differed in opinion : however , instead of contradicting , she only ...
... Morland .-- . " So you were at Lady Mandeville's ball last night ? The primeval curse is relaxed in favour of you young ladies . How very happy you are ! " Emily rather differed in opinion : however , instead of contradicting , she only ...
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... Morland . " Then you would join in the prayer of of the Indian heroine , in the Prairie , Let not my child be a girl , for sorrowful is the lot of woman ! " " Lady Mandeville . " Most devoutly . Allow me to re- vise Mr. Morland's ...
... Morland . " Then you would join in the prayer of of the Indian heroine , in the Prairie , Let not my child be a girl , for sorrowful is the lot of woman ! " " Lady Mandeville . " Most devoutly . Allow me to re- vise Mr. Morland's ...
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... Morland , who had entered as Mr. Lushington departed , " are you in ancient or modern times , aiding some heroine and her ringlets to escape from her prison in a mouldering castle , where her only companions are ghosts or braving , for ...
... Morland , who had entered as Mr. Lushington departed , " are you in ancient or modern times , aiding some heroine and her ringlets to escape from her prison in a mouldering castle , where her only companions are ghosts or braving , for ...
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... Morland . " Simply because , with fine poetical taste , she was not a poet ; the spirit was not strong enough within to break through the set forms and conventional phrases which were then vouchers of the Muse's Almack's . " Edward ...
... Morland . " Simply because , with fine poetical taste , she was not a poet ; the spirit was not strong enough within to break through the set forms and conventional phrases which were then vouchers of the Muse's Almack's . " Edward ...
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Adelaide amusement asked Beatrice Beatrice's beautiful bright called Carbonari carriage child colour companion crimson dark daugh daughter dear Delawarr delight dinner Don Henriquez dress Edward Lorraine Emily Emily's England English enjoyment excited exclaimed exquisite eyes face fairy fancy Fanny Kemble father favorite fear feeling flowers garden gave gentleman girl grace hand happy heard heart Higgs hope imagination indolent Lady Alicia Lady Mandeville Lady Mandeville's laugh leave light look Lord Byron Lord Etheringhame Lord Mandeville Lorraine's lover Lucullus luxuriant marriage married ment Merton mind Miss Arundel Morland morning mother Naples nature never night once passed passion pleasant pleasure poet poetry pretty quadrille replied ringlets romance rose round Roxelana seat seemed Sillery smile soon sorrow Spain spirit step sweet talk taste thing thought took trees truth turned vanity voice window woman young youth Zoridos
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Página 14 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Página 160 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Página 241 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Página 63 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had peal'd the banner-cry of hell!
Página 25 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 71 - The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon, Then into the night he looked forth; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north. So had he seen, in fair Castile, The youth in glittering squadrons start, Sudden the flying jennet wheel, And hurl the unexpected dart. He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, That spirits were riding the northern light.
Página 215 - I ought to do — and did my best — And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him — with eyes as blue as heaven...
Página 59 - Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face, and sun-burn'd hair, She had not known her child.
Página 160 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 66 - To again quote the oracles of my highpriest, Wordsworth, there is nothing like ' The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart.' What ' truths divine' crowd every page of Wordsworth's writings ! I sometimes wish to be a modern Alexander, that I might have Mount Athos carved into, not my own statue but his.