The Lost Brooch, Or The History of Another Month: A Tale for Young People, Volume 2

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J. and C. Mozley, 1848

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Page 233 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Page 334 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Page 172 - Thus was Beauty sent from heaven, The lovely ministress of truth and good In this dark world : for truth and good are one, And Beauty dwells in them, and they in her, With like participation.
Page 222 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 4 - Possessions vanish, and opinions change, And Passions hold a fluctuating seat : But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken, And subject neither to eclipse nor wane, Duty exists ; — immutably survive, For our support, the measures and the forms, Which an abstract Intelligence supplies; Whose kingdom is, where Time and Space are not...
Page 14 - I'd be a Butterfly born in a bower, Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet. O could I pilfer the wand of a fairy, I'd have a pair of those beautiful wings; Their summer days' ramble is sportive and airy, They sleep in a rose when the nightingale sings.
Page 203 - ... faint hearts, at first espial Of his grim face, were from approaching scared: Unworthy they of grace, whom one denial Excludes from fairest hope withouten further trial. " Yet many doughty warriors, often tried In greater perils to be stout and bold, Durst not the sternness of his look abide: But, soon as they his countenance did behold, Began to faint, and feel their courage cold. Again, some other, that in hard assays Were cowards known, and little count did hold, Either through gifts, or guile,...
Page 13 - I'D be a Butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet; Roving for ever from flower to flower, And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet! I'd never languish for wealth, or for power, I'd never sigh to see slaves at my feet: I'd be a Butterfly born in a bower, Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
Page 297 - Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true, 'Tis well to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new...
Page 111 - twixt these perjur'd kings! Hear me, O, hear me! AUSTRIA. CONSTANCE. Lady Constance, peace! War! war! no peace! peace is to me a war. O Lymoges! O Austria! thou dost shame That bloody spoil: thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight Chinese Simplified amity: fHIS, "W8-.

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