The Children of the Abbey: A TalePorter & Coates, 1877 - 629 páginas |
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... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, / And wanton, often cruel, riot waste—/Ah! little think they, while they dance along, / How many feel, this very moment, death/ And all the sad variety of pain” (Cited in TMS, 379). James Thomson ...
... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, / And wanton, often cruel, riot waste—/Ah! little think they, while they dance along, / How many feel, this very moment, death/ And all the sad variety of pain” (Cited in TMS, 379). James Thomson ...
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... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth , And wanton , often cruel , riot waste ; Ah ! little think they , while they dance along , How many feel this very moment death , And all the fad variety of pain ; How many pine in want and dun ...
... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth , And wanton , often cruel , riot waste ; Ah ! little think they , while they dance along , How many feel this very moment death , And all the fad variety of pain ; How many pine in want and dun ...
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... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton , often cruel riot waste ; Ah , little think they , while they dance along , How many feel this very moment , death , And all the sad variety of pain . Atheism is the greatest folly ...
... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth And wanton , often cruel riot waste ; Ah , little think they , while they dance along , How many feel this very moment , death , And all the sad variety of pain . Atheism is the greatest folly ...
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... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth , And wanton , often cruel , riot waste ; Ah ! little think they , while they dance along , How many feel , this very moment , death , And all the sad variety of pain ; How many sink in the ...
... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth , And wanton , often cruel , riot waste ; Ah ! little think they , while they dance along , How many feel , this very moment , death , And all the sad variety of pain ; How many sink in the ...
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... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth , And wanton , often cruel , riot waste ; Ah ! little think they , while they dance along , How many feel this very moment death And all the sad variety of pain . ” Many variations on that theme of ...
... their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth , And wanton , often cruel , riot waste ; Ah ! little think they , while they dance along , How many feel this very moment death And all the sad variety of pain . ” Many variations on that theme of ...
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Abbey Adela agitation Amanda appeared assured attention beheld believe bosom carriage Castle Carberry cheek child Colonel Belgrave conceal continued convinced cottage cried daughter dear declared delightful desired distress door dreadful Duncan Ellen emotions exclaimed expressed eyes father fear feelings felt fortune Freelove gave girl hand happiness heard heart heaven honour hope Howell idea immediately innocence Ireland Kilcorban knew Lady Araminta Lady Dunreath Lady Euphrasia Lady Greystock Lady Malvina Lady Martha ladyship letter looked Lord Cherbury Lord Mortimer Lord Mortimer's lordship Macqueen madam manner marchioness Marlowe marquis melancholy mind Miss Fitzalan morning never Oscar pale parlour pity pleasure Port Patrick present prioress promised rapture received replied request retired returned Rushbrook Scotland sigh Sir Charles Bingley sister situation smile soon sorrow soul spirits sweet tears tenderness thought tion told trembling Tudor Hall voice wish woman wretched young
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Página 42 - Awake, awake, my Lyre ! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail ; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire : Though so exalted she And I so lowly be Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how the strings awake ! And, though the moving hand approach not near, Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make.
Página 245 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 10 - ... of my fathers ! bend. Lay by the red terror of your course. Receive the falling chief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises from the rolling sea. Let his robe of mist be near ; his spear that is form'd of a cloud.
Página 200 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous ; Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove : And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Página 245 - Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery.
Página 42 - ... apply ; Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye. Weak Lyre ! thy virtue sure Is useless here, since thou art only found To cure, but not to wound, And she to wound, but not to cure. Too weak too wilt thou prove My passion to remove ; Physic to other ills, thou'rt nourishment to love.
Página 41 - The scenes where ancient bards the' inspiring breath, Ecstatic, felt; and, from this world retired, Conversed with angels, and immortal forms, On gracious errands bent: to save the fall Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice; In waking whispers, and repeated dreams, To hint pure thought, and warn the favour'd soul For future trials fated to prepare...
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