The fair enchantress; or, How she won men's heartsCameron & Ferguson, 1885 - 256 páginas |
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angels arms asked beneath bitter brave brow calm CHAPTER child Clara Williams Claudine cold convent countenance curled dark dead death deep desolate door Dr Kingsley drooped Dunbar earth Eastern worlds Edna Edna's Epicurus Erle exquisite eyes fell filled gazed girl gleamed golden guardian hand head heart hushed hushed river Kingsley stood Kingsley's knew leave light lilies Lillian Lilly lips live looked loved me madly Madame marble marriage mercy misery Miss Burbank Miss Mora moan Mora's mortal mother mournful Mozart murdered murmured Netta Burbank never night orphan pale palm paused peace physiognomist Plato pure quiet replied rest river darted sacred shadows Shelley silence Sir Guy sister sleep slowly smile softly soul strange suffer Taj Mahal tall tell things thought threw trees turned waifs walked wandered watched waves weary window woman wreck wretched yellow fever
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Página 26 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Página 27 - Sculptors of life are we, as we stand With our souls uncarved before us; Waiting the hour, when at God's command, Our life-dream passes o'er us. If we carve it then, on the yielding stone, With many a sharp incision, Its heavenly beauty shall be our own, Our lives that angel-vision.
Página 143 - Does the procession of nations in time, like the erratic phantasm of a dream, go forward without reason or order ? or, is there a predetermined, a solemn march, in which all must join, ever moving, ever resistlessly advancing, encountering and enduring an inevitable succession of events?
Página 147 - In individual life we also accept a like deception, living in the belief that every thing we do is determined by the volition of ourselves or of those around us, nor is it until the close. of our days that we discern how great ' is the illusion, and that we have been swimming, playing, and struggling in a stream which, in spite of all our voluntary motions, has silently and resistlessly borne us to a predetermined shore.
Página 99 - Ere long we will launch A vessel as goodly, and strong, and staunch, As ever weathered a wintry sea!
Página 148 - In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute;" None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell) Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute. Tottering above In her highest noon, The...
Página 74 - And every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a joy, will at its close become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death.
Página 22 - If there be paradise on earth, it is here, it is here !" From my soul I pity those who cavil at the artist's boast.
Página 145 - In the confidence of youth he imagines that very much is under his control, in the disappointment of old age very little. As time wears on, and the delusions of early imagination vanish away, he learns to correct his sanguine views, and prescribes a narrower boundary for the things he expects to obtain. The realities of life undeceive him at last, and there steals over the evening of his days an unwelcome conviction of the vanity of human hopes.