The woman of genius [by mrs. Ross].1821 |
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... expression more completely passionless than his , in all its variation . The fire that illuminated his features seemed but a phosphoric flame that shone without burning , without pos- sessing vital heat . There was softness , and ...
... expression more completely passionless than his , in all its variation . The fire that illuminated his features seemed but a phosphoric flame that shone without burning , without pos- sessing vital heat . There was softness , and ...
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... expression of one who could die , but not complain - who asked neither pity nor relief from man - who veiled herself from the comprehension of others , impenetra- ble to all but herself and her God . But so have I seen a rose newly ...
... expression of one who could die , but not complain - who asked neither pity nor relief from man - who veiled herself from the comprehension of others , impenetra- ble to all but herself and her God . But so have I seen a rose newly ...
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... expression of bitter derision , " I had for- gotten how firmly established in all the faith of religion the pupil of such an in- structor must be ! Doubtless he taught you what a bubble was this world , how little to be regarded were ...
... expression of bitter derision , " I had for- gotten how firmly established in all the faith of religion the pupil of such an in- structor must be ! Doubtless he taught you what a bubble was this world , how little to be regarded were ...
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... expression de- noting that the surprise was not quite agreeable ; " how could you possibly be guilty of an impropriety , a total disre- gard of etiquette , like that ? It would have been better that . you had weathered the storm than ...
... expression de- noting that the surprise was not quite agreeable ; " how could you possibly be guilty of an impropriety , a total disre- gard of etiquette , like that ? It would have been better that . you had weathered the storm than ...
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... expression of her countenance was grave ; a cursory observer might have pronounced it inani- mate and dull . But the philosopher , the poet , the man of talent , saw in it the sa- cred , indefinable , and mysterious stamp of genius ...
... expression of her countenance was grave ; a cursory observer might have pronounced it inani- mate and dull . But the philosopher , the poet , the man of talent , saw in it the sa- cred , indefinable , and mysterious stamp of genius ...
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Page 12 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Page 41 - Are you a man ? Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff ! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan.
Page 102 - They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 143 - 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.
Page 22 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Page 40 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted deviL If he do bleed, I '11 gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 197 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.