High Life: A Novel : in Two Volumes, 2. kötet

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J. & J. Harper, 1827
 

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213. oldal - Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh no! it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
55. oldal - Far I go, where fate shall lead me, Far across the troubled deep ; Where no stranger's ear shall heed me, Where no eye for me shall weep.
55. oldal - Proves that heart was formed for thee! Not one sigh shall tell my story; Not one tear my cheek shall stain! Silent grief shall be my glory, Grief that stoops not to complain!
154. oldal - ... to fall back upon. Should she find anything better, I do not intend to hold her by a contract. But she may rest assured that she will always find a sure resource in me. So now she must get well and not worry. I shall wait for her, and meanwhile should much like to have frequent news of her. 'I have the honour to be, Madam, your very obedient humble servant. Caen, Feb. 2ist, 1760.
161. oldal - But that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days, Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies From the...
157. oldal - BOUNDING billow, cease thy motion, Bear me not so swiftly o'er; Cease thy roaring, foamy ocean, I will tempt thy rage no more. Ah! within my bosom beating, Varying passions wildly reign; Love, with proud resentment meeting, Throbs by turns, of joy and pain.
207. oldal - In hushed despair, in open shame. I would have rather been a slave, In tears, in bondage, by his side, Than shared in all, if wanting him, This world had power to give beside ! My heart was withered, — and my heart Had ever been the world to me ; And love had been the first fond dream, Whose life was in reality. I had sprung from my solitude Like a young bird upon the wing To meet the arrow ; so I met My poisoned shaft of suffering.
61. oldal - ... latter, and without noticing who was standing beside her, whispered some request, to which her mother only replied by asking her if she had forgot her cousin. Quick as lightning Agnes raised her eyes, and when they met those of Clifford, past, present, future — all swam in wild confusion before her ; all that she had been ; all that she was ; all that she might have been, rushed to her recollection, and with every pulse beating, every feeling excited, she stood for a moment the trembling, lovely,...
21. oldal - Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor {hare one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refign, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. This change is judicious and moving. And...
157. oldal - But what a moment was the present for it to meet his sight, for it to be, as it were, conjured up before him ! Certainly the most dreadful that could be conceived ! Already distracted with remorse, the sweet eyes gleaming on him from the portrait, nearly drove him to frenzy. They seemed to ask, whether he could behold what she had been, and what she was, and endure to live 1 He rushed from the apartment.

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