Evelyn Stuart, or, Right versus might, by Adrian1846 |
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... Heaven In God's blest image - sovereign - free - immortal ! But Man is fallen . Man now betrays his brother . WALLACE - A TRAGEDY . IN THREE VOLUMES . VOL . I. LONDON : RICHARD BENTLEY , NEW BURLINGTON STREET . 1846 . 1263 LONDON ...
... Heaven In God's blest image - sovereign - free - immortal ! But Man is fallen . Man now betrays his brother . WALLACE - A TRAGEDY . IN THREE VOLUMES . VOL . I. LONDON : RICHARD BENTLEY , NEW BURLINGTON STREET . 1846 . 1263 LONDON ...
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... Heaven with gratitude , to her parents with fond affection . The world was all sunshine - life was bliss . Happy child ! enjoy the bright hours ere they fly , sorrow is at hand- sorrow , desolation . The roses of early youth yet bloomed ...
... Heaven with gratitude , to her parents with fond affection . The world was all sunshine - life was bliss . Happy child ! enjoy the bright hours ere they fly , sorrow is at hand- sorrow , desolation . The roses of early youth yet bloomed ...
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... Heaven within , she dreamed of the barren paradise of glory . For she did dream , and waking from these fond visions it was , that she sorrowed over , what she imagined , her lost time , and neglected education . More ardently than ...
... Heaven within , she dreamed of the barren paradise of glory . For she did dream , and waking from these fond visions it was , that she sorrowed over , what she imagined , her lost time , and neglected education . More ardently than ...
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... don't follow you at all . Order is Heaven's first law , ' you Some are , and must be , greater than the We are all descended from Adam , of know . rest . ' course ; but it's as useless to think of restoring EVELYN STUART . 35.
... don't follow you at all . Order is Heaven's first law , ' you Some are , and must be , greater than the We are all descended from Adam , of know . rest . ' course ; but it's as useless to think of restoring EVELYN STUART . 35.
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... Heaven ? Would you have me perjure myself ? And why ? Because my mother is too proud to be assisted by her child . " " No , Evelyn , not proud ; but I know the world . You are young : you are not rich ; -be prudent . " " But , my dear ...
... Heaven ? Would you have me perjure myself ? And why ? Because my mother is too proud to be assisted by her child . " " No , Evelyn , not proud ; but I know the world . You are young : you are not rich ; -be prudent . " " But , my dear ...
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Стр. 62 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Стр. 97 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
Стр. 47 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Стр. 118 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found...
Стр. 267 - Yes, love indeed is light from heaven.. A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But Heaven itself descends in love; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought; A ray of him who formed the whole; A glory circling round the soul!
Стр. 225 - Extend it, let thy enemies have part: Grasp the whole worlds of reason, life, and sense, In one close system of benevolence: Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree, And height of bliss but height of charity.
Стр. 252 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Стр. 192 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Стр. 243 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 113 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.