La Belle Assemblée, Том 5J. Bell, 1812 |
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... cause of your misfortune . It was I who implored you to take me to Minorca . Alas , how unfortunate was I who imagined I could not live one year without seeing you , and must now be separated from you for ever ! " My beautiful Elvira ...
... cause of your misfortune . It was I who implored you to take me to Minorca . Alas , how unfortunate was I who imagined I could not live one year without seeing you , and must now be separated from you for ever ! " My beautiful Elvira ...
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... cause of his sorrow , endeavoured to soften it in the best manner he could , and treated him rather as a friend than a slave , employing him only in cultivating the flowers of his garden . However easy this employ- ment may appear , it ...
... cause of his sorrow , endeavoured to soften it in the best manner he could , and treated him rather as a friend than a slave , employing him only in cultivating the flowers of his garden . However easy this employ- ment may appear , it ...
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... cause . " Alas ! " replied he blushing , " since one instant I fear to have become a lustre older . Until now I never counted my years ; but con- secrated to you , life becomes dear to me . If that which I have been told is true , I ...
... cause . " Alas ! " replied he blushing , " since one instant I fear to have become a lustre older . Until now I never counted my years ; but con- secrated to you , life becomes dear to me . If that which I have been told is true , I ...
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... cause of my acquiring your friendship . " As she spoke the last words she blushed . " Talk not of friendship , " cried I , throwing myself on my knees , and seizing her hand- " the sentiment which I feel for you is a thousand times more ...
... cause of my acquiring your friendship . " As she spoke the last words she blushed . " Talk not of friendship , " cried I , throwing myself on my knees , and seizing her hand- " the sentiment which I feel for you is a thousand times more ...
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... caused her such emotion had not been the mere creation of fancy . Lorenzo was the son of that Solerno so dear and so unfortunate ; and doubly precious would he now be in the light of her son - in - law . " Happiness must never come ...
... caused her such emotion had not been the mere creation of fancy . Lorenzo was the son of that Solerno so dear and so unfortunate ; and doubly precious would he now be in the light of her son - in - law . " Happiness must never come ...
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Страница 51 - You are not twenty-five, and she is turned fifty. If she had any prudence, this request had never been made to me. Where are your means of subsistence? Porter has died poor, in consequence of his wife's expensive habits. You have great talents, but, as yet, have turned them into no profitable channel.
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Страница 210 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
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Страница 51 - Mother, I have not deceived Mrs. Porter: I have told her the worst of me; that I am of mean extraction; that I have no money; and that I have had an uncle hanged. She replied, that she valued no one more or less for his descent; that she had no more money than myself; and that, though she had not had a relation hanged, she had fifty who deserved hanging.
Страница 210 - But the harvest time of Love is there. Oh! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An overpayment of delight ? Southey.
Страница 51 - And thus became accomplished this very curious amour. Adieu, Sir, go on and prosper in your arduous task of presenting to the world the portrait of Johnson's mind and manners. If faithful, brilliant will be its lights, but deep its shades.
Страница 61 - These are the moles that bear me from your side, Where I was rooted — where I could have died. Stand forth ! ye elves, and plead your mother's cause : Ye little magnets, whose soft influence draws Me from a point where every gentle breeze Wafted my bark to happiness and ease — Sends me adventurous on a larger main, In hopes that you may profit by my gain.
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