Varieties in woman, a novel1819 |
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Page 48
... imagination can pour- tray . She sighs ! " Very ambrosial , I dare say , " in- terrupted Beverley , " I give your imagination all due credit ; but , I would not draw on it more largely . " " Infidel ! I am inspired ! I am on the tripod ...
... imagination can pour- tray . She sighs ! " Very ambrosial , I dare say , " in- terrupted Beverley , " I give your imagination all due credit ; but , I would not draw on it more largely . " " Infidel ! I am inspired ! I am on the tripod ...
Page 54
... imagination , so captivating , -so irresistible , in the picture ; it was so distinct from what one sees or expects . Beverley sat in profound reverie , nearly an hour , when he retired to his apartment . He recol- lected all that ...
... imagination , so captivating , -so irresistible , in the picture ; it was so distinct from what one sees or expects . Beverley sat in profound reverie , nearly an hour , when he retired to his apartment . He recol- lected all that ...
Page 70
... imagination , precisely that period of life when the body is in its greatest vigour , and the animal spirits are the most lively ; when the pros- pect of all the delights of honour and friendship is most fair and blooming , 1 and when ...
... imagination , precisely that period of life when the body is in its greatest vigour , and the animal spirits are the most lively ; when the pros- pect of all the delights of honour and friendship is most fair and blooming , 1 and when ...
Page 82
... can be felt , I have already endured . What increase of pain do I not owe to a heated imagination , a sensibi- lity wrought to the most exquisite pitch , and a substitution of feeling for reason ! 82 VARIETIES CHAPTER VIII. ...
... can be felt , I have already endured . What increase of pain do I not owe to a heated imagination , a sensibi- lity wrought to the most exquisite pitch , and a substitution of feeling for reason ! 82 VARIETIES CHAPTER VIII. ...
Page 83
... imagination , are fatally dangerous to him . And yet it is to this genius , and to this heightened imagination that I owe the only satisfaction I am capable of enjoying . I feel , that fame , not- withstanding the adverse circum ...
... imagination , are fatally dangerous to him . And yet it is to this genius , and to this heightened imagination that I owe the only satisfaction I am capable of enjoying . I feel , that fame , not- withstanding the adverse circum ...
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admiration affected ALBERT read Alcibiades amusement appeared Aspasia attracted beauty became believe Beverley Hall brilliant Canova Catherine Lockhart Catherine's certainly character Clair cold contemplation continually conviction cottage orné countenance curricle dæmon dare dear dear Ella death delightful desire Doctor Falconer Ella Grafton emotion endeavour endure engagement enjoy eternal existence expression eyes fancy feeling felicity felt forget friendship genius grace happiness Harley Harley's hart heart honour hope idea imagination impressed Italy Julia knew Lady Caroline Repton Lady Fanny Lambeth laugh letter longer looked Lord Lindor Lord Northbury manner ment mind mingford Miss Burlington Miss Emmingford Miss Grafton Miss Lockhart nature ness never North House occupied once passion perceived perhaps pleasure possess present racter recollection regret rendered replied returned scarcely seemed sentiments sighed sion Sir Albert Beverley smile society sometimes sorbed soul suffer talents thing thought tion vivacity whilst woman
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Page 3 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save! Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus. By the earthshaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...
Page 98 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ! But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.
Page 29 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Page 50 - Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day : Yet see how all around...
Page 99 - Yet none have saluted and none have replied. Unto Sorrow ? The dead cannot grieve,— Not a sob, not a sigh meets mine ear, Which compassion itself could relieve; Ah, sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, or fear,— Peace, Peace, is the watchword, the only one here.
Page 1 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contained no tomb, — And glowing into day...
Page 98 - ... and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty? ah, no ! — she forgets The charms which she wielded before — Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride — The trappings which dizen the proud? Alas ! they are all laid aside ; And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd, But the long winding-sheet and the fringe of the...
Page 52 - God loves from Whole to Parts: but human soul Must rise from Individual to the Whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Page 16 - To fly at infinite, and reach it there, Where seraphs gather immortality, On life's fair tree, fast by the throne of God.
Page 97 - In a dark narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty ? Ah no ! she forgets The charms which She wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin that but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore.