Honour and shame, a novel

Etukansi
1845

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Sivu 22 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Sivu 117 - Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now ! E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Sivu 143 - Dreams, that the soul of youth engage Ere Fancy has been quelled ; Old legends of the monkish page, Traditions of the saint and sage, Tales that have the rime of age, And chronicles of Eld.
Sivu 98 - Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Sivu 220 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Sivu 305 - The grand transition, that there lives and works A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
Sivu 262 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die : And shall they languish, shall they die, in vain ? Ungrateful, shall we grieve their hovering shades, Which wait the revolution in our hearts?
Sivu 284 - Our vice, ourselves, our habits to disdain ; " To go where never yet in peace we went, " To feel our hearts can bleed, yet not relent ; " To sigh, yet not recede ; to grieve, yet not repent !
Sivu 117 - E'en while with us thy footstep trod, His seal was on thy brow. " Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! Soul, to its place on high ! They who have seen thy look in death No more may fear to die.
Sivu 1 - To me their merits and their faults impart ; Give me to say, "frail being ! such thou art," And closely let me view the naked human heart.

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