Old maids; their varieties, characters, and conditions1835 |
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... breathing the odours of the Spring , -his air was noble and disengaged , his countenance was flushed with health , and sparkled with vivacity and spirit - his flowing garments , which fluttered in the breeze , his careless locks , which ...
... breathing the odours of the Spring , -his air was noble and disengaged , his countenance was flushed with health , and sparkled with vivacity and spirit - his flowing garments , which fluttered in the breeze , his careless locks , which ...
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... and ill - nature , one of the best- humored creatures breathing . " One word as to the style of our work : It has been adopted after much consideration , and upon the conviction that it is suited to the tone of 8 PREFACE .
... and ill - nature , one of the best- humored creatures breathing . " One word as to the style of our work : It has been adopted after much consideration , and upon the conviction that it is suited to the tone of 8 PREFACE .
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... your tears ; smooth your visages ; let no wrinkle or pucker deform those maps of heaven — let your voice cease its discordant treble , and let it breathe softened sounds ' like a well strung harp 80 INVOLUNTARY OLD MAIDS .
... your tears ; smooth your visages ; let no wrinkle or pucker deform those maps of heaven — let your voice cease its discordant treble , and let it breathe softened sounds ' like a well strung harp 80 INVOLUNTARY OLD MAIDS .
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Old maids. it breathe softened sounds ' like a well strung harp , touched by dreaming maiden . ' You have passed the boundary , let not the dreams of green girlhood still exist in your breasts . Then it was allowable- 66 -to sit , and ...
Old maids. it breathe softened sounds ' like a well strung harp , touched by dreaming maiden . ' You have passed the boundary , let not the dreams of green girlhood still exist in your breasts . Then it was allowable- 66 -to sit , and ...
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... , in rich array , Breathing fresh fragrance to the new - born day At his return declines the languid head , Its beauties wasted , and its glories fled . " 90 ACCIDENTAL OLD MAIDS , CHAPTER VI . " O INVOLUNTARY OLD MAIDS . 89.
... , in rich array , Breathing fresh fragrance to the new - born day At his return declines the languid head , Its beauties wasted , and its glories fled . " 90 ACCIDENTAL OLD MAIDS , CHAPTER VI . " O INVOLUNTARY OLD MAIDS . 89.
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accident admired affections amiable amongst attri Aulaire beauty better blush bosom breathe bright brows castitas Celibacy champion chaste chastity cheeks child cold creature dare dear dear Jane dear Mary delight devotion divine dream eyes fair father feelings fixed flowers fond friends gallant gentle Gentle creature Genus glory grace hand happiness heart heaven honor hopes hour Inexplicable Old Maids Involuntary Jane joys Knight-errant labours ladies laugh less Literary Old Maids live looked lover maiden marriage married melancholy mind Miss moral mortification murmured mystery nature never night noble Old Maidism ourselves OVID parterre passed passion rose sacred Sarah Fielding sensibility SHAKSPEARE sigh sing Sir James sister sisterhood sit virginitas smile soft sorrow soul spirit sweet tears tell Temple tenderness thee thing thou hast thought Tibullus tion trembling Vestals virginity voice voluntary Old Maids wandering Jew wife winds of heaven woman young
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Página 51 - A thousand liveried angels lackey her. Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt; And, in clear dream and solemn vision, Tell her of things, that no gross ear can hear; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th
Página 119 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...
Página 148 - And the sweets of the days that are gone. Each dew-drop that steals from the dark eye of night, Is a tear for the bliss that is flown ; While others cull blossoms, J find but a blight, And sigh for the days that are gone.
Página 147 - I still wander alone, And, sunk in dejection, for ever deplore The sweets of the days that are gone. While the sun as it rises, to others shines bright, I think how it formerly shone ; While others cull blossoms, I find but a blight, And sigh for the days that are gone.
Página 208 - Tibullus, ardet in exstructo, corpus inane, rogo. ecce puer Veneris fert eversamque pharetram et fractos arcus et sine luce facem.
Página 153 - Blest source of purer joys! In ev'ry form of beauty bright, That captivates the mental sight With pleasure and surprise; V. To thy unspotted shrine I bow: Attend thy modest suppliant's vow, That breathes no wild desires; But, taught by thy unerring rules, To shun the fruitless wish of fools, To nobler views aspires.
Página 183 - To me thy better gifts impart, Each moral beauty of the heart By studious thought refin'd : For Wealth, the smiles of glad Content, For Pow'r, its amplest, best extent, An empire o'er my mind.
Página 149 - To fill the breast with heav'nly fires! Where for a while the soul must roam. To preconceive the state to come, And when through life the journey's past, Without repining or distaste, Again the spirit will repair, To breathe a more celestial air, And reap, where blessed beings glow, Completion of the joys below. PART III. TERPSICHORE; OR, THE MODERATE. if £* $' ayaflov Tl xaxsv Tl. Horn. od. e. Msec satis est orare Jovem, qui donat et aufert; Dct vitam, del opes; asquum ml aniinuin ips
Página 65 - New moon, new moon, I hail thee ! By all the virtue in thy body, Grant this night that I may see He who my true love is to be.
Página 36 - The labouring hind the mellow olive cheers ; Blossoms and fruit at once the citron shows, And, as she pays, discovers still she owes. The orange to her sun her pride displays, And gilds her fragrant apples with his rays. No blasts e'er discompose the peaceful sky, The springs but murmur and the winds but sigh.