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... eyes , parched lips , uncurled locks , bulged bonnets , and rumpled caps , frills , and draperies , were to be seen at every side . The poor bride's smart pink bonnet was shorn of its bright- ness , and looked nearly as altered , and ...
... eyes , parched lips , uncurled locks , bulged bonnets , and rumpled caps , frills , and draperies , were to be seen at every side . The poor bride's smart pink bonnet was shorn of its bright- ness , and looked nearly as altered , and ...
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... eyes , and But for a woman , who , conscious of her own helplessness , relies for succour on the man she loves , what can restore her con- fidence in his supposed strength and superiority , when she has beheld him - oh ! degradation of ...
... eyes , and But for a woman , who , conscious of her own helplessness , relies for succour on the man she loves , what can restore her con- fidence in his supposed strength and superiority , when she has beheld him - oh ! degradation of ...
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... eyes would dwell with delight on their works , and grateful lips murmur their names ; and this anticipation of fame must have incited them to merit it ; for genius , like hope , looks ever to the future . Pictures , like music , and in ...
... eyes would dwell with delight on their works , and grateful lips murmur their names ; and this anticipation of fame must have incited them to merit it ; for genius , like hope , looks ever to the future . Pictures , like music , and in ...
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... eye . He seemed to revel in luxurious subjects ; yet there is no glare in his pictures ; all is harmonious and finely toned . I am a passionate admirer of the Venetian school . Its productions , like a fine lamp , illumine the spot ...
... eye . He seemed to revel in luxurious subjects ; yet there is no glare in his pictures ; all is harmonious and finely toned . I am a passionate admirer of the Venetian school . Its productions , like a fine lamp , illumine the spot ...
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... eyes Were with his heart , and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost , nor prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay , There were his young barbarians all at play ; There was their Dacian mother - he , their sire ...
... eyes Were with his heart , and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost , nor prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay , There were his young barbarians all at play ; There was their Dacian mother - he , their sire ...
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Page 37 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 66 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind by the idea that I had taken my everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that, whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 396 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 65 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of 11 and 12, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 66 - The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must...
Page 41 - The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris from Paris to Rome and so on but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.
Page 196 - La vita fugge e non s' arresta un' ora; E la morte vien dietro a gran giornate; E le cose presenti e le passate Mi danno guerra, e le future ancora; E '1 rimembrar e 1' aspettar m' accora Or quinci or quindi sì, che 'n veritate, Se non eh' i' ho di me stesso pietate, I' sarei già di questi pensier fora.
Page 57 - D'un traité de philosophie Et d'un malheureux enfant. On ne sait précisément Lequel des deux nous l'a ravie. Sur ce funeste événement, Quelle opinion doit-on suivre? Saint-Lambert s'en prend au livre, Voltaire dit que c'est l'enfant.
Page 57 - This ring had been constantly worn, and Voltaire, on the death of the Marquise, claimed it, stating that it contained his portrait. What must have been his surprise, on touching the spring, to discover that of his rival ! yet it prevented him not from honoring her memory by the following pompous epitaph : — " L'univers a perdu la sublime Emilie ; Elle aimait les plaisirs, les arts, la vérité ; Les dieux en lui donnant leur âme et leur génie, Ne se sont reservés que l'immortalité.
Page 42 - One would suppose, that instead of a single family, a regiment at least, were about to move...