Her Infinite Variety: A Feminine Portrait GalleryEdward Verrall Lucas Methuen, 1908 - 371 страница |
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... grave parents ' wise commands ; And so innocent that ill She nor acts nor understands . Women's feet run still astray , If once to ill they know the way . She sails by that rock , the Court , Where oft honour splits her mast : And retir ...
... grave parents ' wise commands ; And so innocent that ill She nor acts nor understands . Women's feet run still astray , If once to ill they know the way . She sails by that rock , the Court , Where oft honour splits her mast : And retir ...
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... grave and sage . I think nature hath lost her mould Where she her form did take ; Or else I doubt that nature could So fair a creature make . She may be well compared Unto the phoenix kind ; Whose like hath not been heard That any now ...
... grave and sage . I think nature hath lost her mould Where she her form did take ; Or else I doubt that nature could So fair a creature make . She may be well compared Unto the phoenix kind ; Whose like hath not been heard That any now ...
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... grave . Her smiles are inexpressible . Her voice is a low , soft music , not formed to rule in public assemblies , but to charm those who can distinguish a company from a crowd ; it has this advantage , you must come close to her to ...
... grave . Her smiles are inexpressible . Her voice is a low , soft music , not formed to rule in public assemblies , but to charm those who can distinguish a company from a crowd ; it has this advantage , you must come close to her to ...
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... grave , there to awaken thee with an authentic message of peace and forgiveness , and of final reconciliation !. ... I suppose that , in the literal and unrhetorical use of the word myriad , I must , on my different visits to London ...
... grave , there to awaken thee with an authentic message of peace and forgiveness , and of final reconciliation !. ... I suppose that , in the literal and unrhetorical use of the word myriad , I must , on my different visits to London ...
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... grave - in the grave , I would hope , of a Magdalen ; taken away before injuries and cruelty had blotted out and trans- figured her ingenuous nature , or the brutalities of ruffians had completed the ruin they had begun . Thomas de ...
... grave - in the grave , I would hope , of a Magdalen ; taken away before injuries and cruelty had blotted out and trans- figured her ingenuous nature , or the brutalities of ruffians had completed the ruin they had begun . Thomas de ...
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beauty bright Charlotte Charlotte Corday charming cheek countenance creature daughter dear death delight doth dress EUGÉNIE DE GUÉRIN eyes face fair fancy Fanny Kemble flowers gentle girl give Godiva grace grave hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Horace Walpole hour Joseph Addison kind kiss knew Lady laugh Leigh Hunt Leofric live look Lord lov'd Lydia White Madam Liberality maid Maple Grove Mary mind Miss Anne Mistress morning mother nature never night noble o'er old Aunt Mary's passion poor pray pretty Queen rose round Saint Saint Zita sche seemed seen sister smile soft soul speak sweet Molly T. E. Brown talk tears tell thee things Thomas Fuller thou thought Twas Virgin virtue voice W. E. Henley wife woman women wonder young youth
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Страница 19 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Страница 18 - Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Страница 22 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Страница 128 - Not to a rage ; patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once ; her smiles and tears Were like a better...
Страница 29 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Страница 124 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Страница 177 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...
Страница 20 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Страница 116 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Страница 80 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...