Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 sider |
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Side 16
... beauty : it seemed as if the dullest observer must detect the truth in the crested head , the commanding brow , the full dark eye and lashes , that had never yet drooped before that of anoth- er : -especially when seen by the side of ...
... beauty : it seemed as if the dullest observer must detect the truth in the crested head , the commanding brow , the full dark eye and lashes , that had never yet drooped before that of anoth- er : -especially when seen by the side of ...
Side 24
... beauty , and have got nothing but a demure- looking old maid . " " I shall contrive to survive it , " said Ferdinand , as he pulled up his shirt - collar at the glass . " I don't care so much for beauty myself , where there is style and ...
... beauty , and have got nothing but a demure- looking old maid . " " I shall contrive to survive it , " said Ferdinand , as he pulled up his shirt - collar at the glass . " I don't care so much for beauty myself , where there is style and ...
Side 25
... beauty that flashed upon her as from a cloud : but before her surprise found vent in words , the heiress had re- collected herself , and stood with downcast looks , as meek and penitent as possible . 66 Upon my word ! thought her ...
... beauty that flashed upon her as from a cloud : but before her surprise found vent in words , the heiress had re- collected herself , and stood with downcast looks , as meek and penitent as possible . 66 Upon my word ! thought her ...
Side 38
... beauty and a poet live on nothing but fragrance and dew- drops , is it not so , Miss Esther ? " 66 " I am no judge , sir , " said Margaret , as I cannot take your compliment to myself , and I was not aware till this moment that Mr ...
... beauty and a poet live on nothing but fragrance and dew- drops , is it not so , Miss Esther ? " 66 " I am no judge , sir , " said Margaret , as I cannot take your compliment to myself , and I was not aware till this moment that Mr ...
Side 59
... of rooms and furniture . He , luckless poet ! a dreamer from his boyhood , worshipping creations of his own rich fancy , ever yearning after the ideal beauty which is to the poetic world what the sun FRIENDS AND FORTUNE . 59.
... of rooms and furniture . He , luckless poet ! a dreamer from his boyhood , worshipping creations of his own rich fancy , ever yearning after the ideal beauty which is to the poetic world what the sun FRIENDS AND FORTUNE . 59.
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Side 39 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Side 40 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 39 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..