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Сторінка 296 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Сторінка 296 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Сторінка 304 - If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Сторінка 325 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Сторінка 306 - ... thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of time, And waste its bloom away, Mary...
Сторінка 329 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.
Сторінка 24 - A man so various that he seems to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome.
Сторінка 131 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.