The Inheritance, Volume 3

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W. Blackwood, 1824

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Página 149 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even...
Página 59 - ... of her, yet still considered honour, religion, and duty above her, nor ever suffered the intrusion of such a dotage as should blind him from marking her imperfections...
Página 150 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ? These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart.
Página 354 - I retire from the field, conscious that there remains behind not only a large harvest, but labourers capable of gathering it in. More than one writer has of late displayed talents of this description ; and if the present author, himself a phantom, may be permitted .to distinguish a brother, or perhaps a sister shadow, he would mention, in particular, the author of the very lively work, entitled
Página 1 - Twas his own voice — she could not err — Throughout the breathing world's extent There was but one such voice for her, So kind, so soft, so eloquent ! Oh ! sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale, And to some meaner minstrel's lay Open her bosom's glowing veil, * Than Love shall ever doubt a tone, A breath of the beloved one...
Página 338 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Página 136 - You do imagine. No doubt, you have talked wisely, and confuted London past all defence. JAMES SHIRLEY. IF Lyndsay had parted in displeasure, as Gertrude thought he had done the night before, all traces of it had completely vanished. But there was a settled seriousness in his look and manner, which made her feel that levity would be misplaced ; and if any thing so graceful could have felt awkward, she would have done so. As it was, she was evidently embarrassed. She...
Página 352 - ... very humane and learned, but enthusiastic writer. It is an attempt to save the credit of human nature. Without seeking to enter into the dread question of moral responsibility, we may in some degree extenuate, without excusing, the crimes of the persecutors, by ascribing them to virtual insanity. In considering the actions of the mind, it should never be forgotten, that its affections pass into each other like the tints of the rainbow : though we can easily distinguish them when they have assumed...
Página 82 - PERHAPS no woman ever heard another highly commended by her lover, without feeling, at least, a slight sensation of pique and jealousy, and something of this sort Gertrude had begun to cherish against Lady Charles Arabin before she saw her. She was therefore prepared to receive...
Página 315 - The cypress mine, funereal green ! Yet in this hour of grief and fears, When awful truth unveil'd appears, Some pow'r unknown usurps my breast j, Back to the world my thoughts are led ! My feet in folly's lab'rinth tread, And fancy dreams that life is blest.

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