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Side 13 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since, their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage: their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves play.
Side 13 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ! Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Side l - I was obliged to banish her from court. At Geneva she became very intimate with my brother Joseph, whom she gained by her conversation and writings. When I returned from Elba, she sent her son to be pre•sented to me, on purpose to ask payment of two millions, which her father...
Side 136 - Love is the emblem of eternity : it confounds all notion of time ; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end...
Side 124 - I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Side 13 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Side xxv - He was frequently telling me that my letters and conversation were all that kept up his connection with the world. His active and penetrating mind excited me to think, for the sake of the pleasure of talking to him. If I observed, it was to convey my impressions to him ; if I listened, it was to repeat to him.
Side lii - In the account of this visit to Copet in his memoranda, he spoke in high terms of the daughter of his hostess, the present Duchess de Broglie, and, in noticing how much she appeared to be attached to her husband, remarked that " Nothing was more pleasing than to see the development of the domestic affections in a very young woman.
Side xxvii - Stael's thoughts had always been busy with the world, she was never destitute of religious sensibility. Conscious as she was of her intellectual strength, she did not attempt to wrestle with the mysteries of God. Her beautiful mind inclined rather to reverence and superstition than to unbelief. No doubt, religion was with her more a matter of feeling, than of faith ; but she respected the feeling, and never suffered the pride of reason to expel it from her heart. There is something beautifully pathetic...
Side xlvii - In the work before us. she has thrown off the aid of fiction ] she delineates a less poetical character, and a country more interesting by expectation than by recollection. But it is not the less certain that it is the most vigorous effort of her genius, and probably the most elaborate and masculine production of the faculties of woman.

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