Eugene Aram: A Tale, Volumen7

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Saunders and Otley, ... Simpkin, Marshall, and Company, ... Bell and Bradfute, Edinburgh; and J. Cumming, Dublin., 1840 - 478 páginas
 

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Página 414 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Página 324 - WE have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
Página 200 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come...
Página 411 - ... that hermitages were the constant repositories of the bones of the recluse; that the proofs of these are well authenticated; that the...
Página 75 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Página 322 - MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 64 - I spied a wrinkled hag, with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself. Her eyes with scalding rheum were gall'd and red ; Cold palsy shook her head ; her hands...
Página 340 - My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Página 267 - Oh, happiness of sweet retired content, To be at once secure and innocent!" " Be them verses in the Psalms, sir ? " said the corporal, who was close behind. " No, Bunting; but they were written by one who, if I recollect right, set the Psalms to verse.* I hope they meet with your approbation ? " " Indeed, sir, and no — since they ben't in the Psalms.
Página 442 - The loppe'd tree in time may grow again, Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower, The sorriest wight may find release of pain, The driest soil suck in some moistening shower ; Time goes by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

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