High Life: A Novel : in Two Volumes, Volúmenes1-2

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J. & J. Harper, 1827
 

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Página 12 - ... believe it, and to have believed it wrongly, the offence given would be ineffable. He should never dare to look his wife in the face again. It was at any rate infinitely safer for him to disbelieve it. He sat there mute, immovable, without a change of countenance, without even a frown on his brow, for a quarter of an hour; and at the ' end of that time he got up and shook himself. It was not true. Whatever might be the explanation, it could not be true.
Página 148 - I'd be anything — and all! — Grave, gay, capricious — the soul of whim, the spirit of variety — live with him in the eye of fashion, or in the shade of retirement — change my country, my sex, — feast with him in an Esquimaux hut, or a Persian pavilion — join him in the victorious war-dance on the borders of Lake Ontario, or sleep to the soft breathings of the flute in the cinnamon groves of Ceylon...
Página 3 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.
Página 127 - ... and a cottage, and a number of other absurd notions, which are quite common, I believe, on such occasions. He never deigned to think on so contemptible an object as a butcher's bill, or how inconvenient it would be to maintain a wife and four or five angels of either sex, on ninety pounds a-year ; but at the same time I must do him the justice to state, that, although he was a Scotchman, the fact of Miss Mowbray's being an heiress never entered into his contemplation —and if I may mention my...
Página 243 - Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh no! it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Página 6 - Now, my cousin De Meurville," continued the Countess, " appreciated that sort of thing. He thought with Dr. Gregory, that when a girl ceases to blush, she has lost the greatest charm of beauty !" " Apropos to the Count de Meurville,
Página 23 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Página 59 - Not one sigh shall tell my story ; Not one tear my cheek shall stain ; Silent grief shall be my glory, — Grief, that stoops not to complain...
Página 19 - tis said, in days of old Esteem'd their girls more choice than gold : Too well a daughter's worth they knew, To make her cheap by public view (Few, who their diamonds...
Página 148 - ... of retirement — change my country, my sex — feast with him in an- Esquimaux hut, or a Persian pavilion — join him in the victorious war-dance on the borders of Lake Ontario, or sleep to the soft breathings of the flute in the cinnamon groves of Ceylon — dig with him in the mines of Golconda...

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