Hostages to Fortune: A Novel, Volume 2

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J. Maxwell, 1875
 

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Página 240 - But Faustus' offence can ne'er be pardoned: the serpent that tempted Eve may be saved, but not Faustus.
Página 31 - Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Página 61 - So, she leaning on her husband's arm, they turned homeward by a rosy path which the gracious sun struck out for them in its setting. And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.
Página 209 - Das Drüben kann mich wenig kümmern; Schlägst du erst diese Welt zu Trümmern, Die andre mag darnach entstehn. Aus dieser Erde quillen meine Freuden, Und diese Sonne scheinet meinen Leiden; Kann ich mich erst von ihnen scheiden, Dann mag, was will und kann, geschehn.
Página 95 - Charles' speech to Angelina, in 'The Elder Brother'. We'll live together, like two neighbour vines, Circling our souls and loves in one another! We'll spring together, and we'll bear one fruit; One joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn; One age go with us, and one hour of death Shall close our eyes, and one grave make us happy.
Página 149 - The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions, — the little, soonforgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasant thought and feeling.
Página 180 - As wave upon wave to the sea runs the river, And the oar on the smoothness drops noiseless and steady, Till we start with a sigh, Was it she — was it I — Who first turned to look back on the way we had made 1 Who first saw the soft tints of the garden-land fade ? Who first sighed — 'See the rose-hue is fading already?
Página 1 - ... from him, and burnt them, carefully preserving his): " Wherefore must I plague thee ! dearest creature! Wherefore deceive myself and plague thee! We can be nothing to each other, and yet are too much to each other. Believe me thou art in all things one with me — but because I see things as they are it makes me mad! Good night, angel, and good morning. I will see thee no more . . . Only . . . Thou knowest all ... My heart is ... All I can say is mere folly. In future I shall see thee as men...
Página 161 - The world produces for every pint of honey, a gallon of gall; for every dram of pleasure, a pound of pain; for every inch of mirth, an ell of moan; and as the ivy twines around the oak, so does misery and misfortune encompass the happiness of man. Felicity, pure and unalloyed felicity, is not a plant of earthly growth; her gardens are the skies — Burton.

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