Temptation; Or, The Unknown HeiressGarrett & Company, 1855 - 232 sider |
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Side 183 - As thistles wear the softest down, To hide their prickles till they're grown ; And then declare themselves and tear Whatever ventures to come near : So a smooth knave does greater feats Than one, that idly rails and threats, And all the mischief, that he meant, Does like a rattle-snake prevent.
Side 115 - Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, — an excellent thing in woman.
Side 112 - Beware !" her vest of gold Broidered with flowers and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp, And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face ! So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart : It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody.
Side 23 - There was a soft and pensive grace, A cast of thought upon her face, That suited well the forehead high, The eyelash dark, and downcast eye ; The mild expression spoke a mind In duty firm, composed, resigned ; — Tis that which Roman art has given, To mark their maiden Queen of Heaven.
Side 177 - Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man ; Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.
Side 150 - Why shouldst thou, but for some felonious end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars That Nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps With everlasting oil to give due light To the misled and lonely traveller?
Side 93 - In shabby state they strut, and tatter'd robe ; The scene a blanket, and a barn the globe. No high conceits their mod'rate wishes raise, Content with humble profit, humble praise. Let dowdies simper, and let bumpkins stare, The strolling pageant hero treads in air : Pleas'd for his hour he to mankind gives law, And snores the next out on a truss of straw.
Side 154 - I'm on the rack ; for sure the greatest evil man can know bears no proportion, to this dread suspense.
Side 126 - He sees the face of right t' appear as manifold As are the passions of uncertain man, Who puts it in all colours, all attires, To serve his ends, and make his courses hold. He sees, that let deceit work what it can, Plot and contrive base ways to high desires ; That the all-guiding Providence doth yet All disappoint, and mocks this smoke of wit. Nor is he mov'd with all the thunder-cracks Of tyrants' threats, or with the surly brow Of pow'r, that proudly sits on others' crimes, Charg'd with more...
Side 168 - Dost thou not know the fate of soldiers ? They're but ambition's tools, to cut a way To her unlawful ends ; and when they're worn, Hack'd, hewn with constant service, thrown aside, To rust in peace, and rot in hospitals.