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Lost and saved, Volum 2 Caroline Elizabeth S. Norton (hon. mrs. George.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1863 |
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Side 63 - From all blindness of heart ; from pride, vain glory, and hypocrisy ; from envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharitableness, Good Lord, deliver us.
Side 63 - That it may please thee to strengthen such as do stand ; and to comfort and help the weak-hearted ; and to raise up them that fall ; and finally to beat down Satan under our feet; We beseech thee to hear us, good Lord.
Side 104 - If the gods thought no scorn to become beasts to obtain their best beloved, shall Euphues be so nice in changing his copy to gain his lady? No, no; he that cannot dissemble in love is not worthy to live. I am of this mind, that both might and malice, deceit and treachery, all perjury, any impiety may lawfully be committed in love, which is lawless.
Side 238 - ... strained him hard to her breast, and dropping back in her chair burst into sobbing tears. " Under that shower the General beat a rapid retreat, incensed and alienated ; thinking her wanting in dignity, modesty, and proper conduct, and resolving to communicate anything he had to say to her in writing. " But before the hot afternoon had waned away, a little note recalled him ; it said : " ' Forgive my violence — I want to ask you one question, only one — and then I will give you no more trouble....
Side 94 - Vice,' but there is a much larger society for its protection; and in that larger society Right and Wrong do not signify, but Success and Non-Success.
Side 236 - ... fits of stormy passion which often compromised her own case and alienated her well-wishers in her own endless struggles against her husband's injustice ; though here it is Beatrice she describes — " Resisting the truth till resistance was no longer possible, and then, when convinced that her visitor really was breaking to her some new dreadful phase in her life, she passed to the wildest frenzy of reproach to him personally, for being] the bearer of such ill1863] "LOST AND SAVED
Side 281 - who is most in danger of seeking his quietus with a bare bodkin. It is he who has to endure a sensation of helpless weariness in the soul, analogous to the helpless weariness sometimes felt in the body. A man no more says " I will endure so much, and then I will commit suicide...
Side 197 - Will it be any satisfaction to you that Nesdale should shoot me through the head, or that I should shoot him ? Will it be any great comfort to you, to throw Lady Nesdale entirely on me, as of course, must be the case, if she loses home, and fame, and name for my sake. You quite mistake the value of the speech you overheard; what is there in it?
Side 280 - On the fascination of suicide, volumes might be written; but all reasoning on that mystery resolves itself into the fact, too little noticed, that it is rather a physical than a mental temptation. A man does not debate on self-murder ; or if he does, he for that time avoids the act. It is not the Hamlet who stands with folded arms, arguing the " To be or not to be " who is most in danger of seeking his quietus with a bare bodkin.
Side 203 - Those draughts ? I hate them, Montagu ; they do not give me sleep or rest ; they stupefy me. Don't you remember the last time I took them I could not be perfectly roused for a whole day afterwards ? You have no idea how strange the sensation is : like floating in a pond full of summer lilies. Nothing seems to stir or to signify — " " That sounds very pleasant and peaceful, Beatrice," said Treherne, with an attempt at a smile.