Courtship and wedlock; or, Lovers and husbands, by the author of 'Cousin Geoffrey'. |
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Courtship and Wedlock: Or, Lovers and Husbands, by the Author of 'Cousin ... Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
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Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 65 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Σελίδα 9 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionery plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed...
Σελίδα 66 - Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Σελίδα 66 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Σελίδα 66 - Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Σελίδα 72 - Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours, Which makes it fatal to be loved ? Ah ! why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh...
Σελίδα 9 - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Σελίδα 103 - If she be not fair for me, what care I how fair she be ? " But he did care, and he told himself that the song did him no good.
Σελίδα 279 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Σελίδα 147 - Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.