Doveton; or, The man of many impulses, by the author of 'Jerningham'. |
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... mind , perhaps somewhat strangely con- stituted ; to speak of all the workings and mis- workings of a complicated piece of machinery , not altogether constructed upon false principles , but exhibiting many errors in the detail , which ...
... mind , perhaps somewhat strangely con- stituted ; to speak of all the workings and mis- workings of a complicated piece of machinery , not altogether constructed upon false principles , but exhibiting many errors in the detail , which ...
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... mind , acted upon as it was by the evil influences of " Solitude , pain of heart , distress , and poverty , " with any other than most painful feelings , which I would not willingly communicate at the very out- set of 6 DOVETON .
... mind , acted upon as it was by the evil influences of " Solitude , pain of heart , distress , and poverty , " with any other than most painful feelings , which I would not willingly communicate at the very out- set of 6 DOVETON .
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... mind a sense of the change that had lately taken place ; and for this purpose he shut himself up , rarely emerging , save at meal - times , from the precincts of his private study , and attempting to absorb his mind in the prosecution ...
... mind a sense of the change that had lately taken place ; and for this purpose he shut himself up , rarely emerging , save at meal - times , from the precincts of his private study , and attempting to absorb his mind in the prosecution ...
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... mind in a state of constant equi- librium : he scarcely ever spoke to me , and if he loved , his love was not mirrored in his actions . And my mother poured upon Arthur the full cup of her affection , till not one drop of love remained ...
... mind in a state of constant equi- librium : he scarcely ever spoke to me , and if he loved , his love was not mirrored in his actions . And my mother poured upon Arthur the full cup of her affection , till not one drop of love remained ...
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... mind . I had never checked the exuberance of my feelings ; I had never balanced my words , nor set any restraint upon my actions , nor feared to betray my emotions , however extravagant they may have been . I was all openness and simpli ...
... mind . I had never checked the exuberance of my feelings ; I had never balanced my words , nor set any restraint upon my actions , nor feared to betray my emotions , however extravagant they may have been . I was all openness and simpli ...
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Doveton: Or, the Man of Many Impulses, by the Author of 'jerningham' John William Kaye Sin vista previa disponible - 2023 |
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Página 54 - Composed upon Westminster Bridge September 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Página 26 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Página 77 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 287 - Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them!
Página 214 - Where art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead ? Oh find me, prosperous or undone ! Or, if the grave be now thy bed, Why am I ignorant of the same That I may rest; and neither blame Nor sorrow may attend thy name ? Seven years, alas!
Página 60 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 237 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
Página 18 - Remember the old man, and what he was Years after he had heard this heavy news. His bodily frame had been from youth to age Of an unusual strength.
Página 98 - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned ; and know that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness ; that he who feels contempt For any living thing hath faculties Which he has never used, that thought with him Is in its infancy.
Página 161 - She met me. Stranger, upon life's rough way, And lured me towards sweet Death ; as Night by Day, Winter by Spring, or Sorrow by swift Hope, Led into light, life, peace.