Chatsworth; or, The romance of a week [by P.G. Patmore]. Ed. by the author of 'Tremaine'. |
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fee or reward ; so that , when I do think , it is always to some specific purpose : and with me , The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it : and the deed shall go with it on the present occasion ; -so listen and ...
fee or reward ; so that , when I do think , it is always to some specific purpose : and with me , The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it : and the deed shall go with it on the present occasion ; -so listen and ...
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added addressed Amintor Antonio apartment Armusia arrived attend Aurelius bear beauty bright brother called Camilla Carlos cause CHAPTER claims close continued course dare determined door Dorigen doubt effect entered exclaimed eyes face fear feelings felt followed gazing give grief hand happy hear heard heart Henriquez honour hope hour immediately instantly King Lady late least leave less light listen live look lord lost means meeting Melantius mind moment moments nature never night noble object observed Octavio once party passed passion pause Pericles person Portia possession present Prince Princess Quisara reached received replied Ruy Dias scarcely scene seek seemed sense sight silent sister sorrow sound speak stood strange taken tell thing thoughts turned uttered voice waiting whole wishes
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Сторінка 127 - Asp. It were a timeless smile should prove my cheek : It were a fitter hour for me to laugh, When at the altar the religious priest Were pacifying the offended powers With sacrifice, than now.
Сторінка 149 - Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes To the fair Trojan ships, and having lost them, Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear, Antiphila. What would this wench do, if she were Aspatia ? Here she would stand,- till some more pitying god Turn'd her to marble: 'tis enough, my wench ; Show me the piece of needle-work you wrought. Ant. Of Ariadne, madam ? Asp. Yes, that piece. This should be Theseus, h' as a cozening face ; You meant him for a man ? Ant.
Сторінка 82 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Сторінка 129 - You'll come, my lord, and see the virgins weep When I am laid in earth, though you yourself Can know no pity : thus I wind myself Into this willow garland, and am prouder, That I was once your love (though now refus'd) Than to have had another true to me.
Сторінка 127 - In giving me a spotless offering To young Amintor's bed, as we are now For you. Pardon, Evadne : would my worth Were great as yours, or that the King, or he, Or both, thought so ! Perhaps he found me worthless : But till he did so, in these ears of mine, These eredulous ears, he pour'd the sweetest words That art or love could frame.
Сторінка 150 - Twill make the story, wrong'd by wanton poets, Live long and be believ'd ; but where's the lady ? Ant. There, madam. Asp. Fie, you have miss'd it here, Antiphila, You are much mistaken, wench ; These colours are not dull and pale enough, To shew a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was...
Сторінка 150 - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia ; And you shall find all true but the wild island. Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now...
Сторінка 79 - The pale face is resting on clasped hand, — over which, and all round the small exquisitely modelled head, fall heavy waves of auburn hair, concealing all but one pale cheek — pale and cold as marble, but smooth and soft as a girl's.
Сторінка 149 - When Paris brought home Helen. Now, a tear; And then thou art a piece expressing fully The Carthage queen, when, from a cold sea-rock, Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes To the fair Trojan ships ; and, having lost them, Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear. Antiphila...
Сторінка 224 - This earth of mine doth tremble, and I feel A stark affrighted motion in my blood ; My soul grows weary of her house, and I All over am a trouble to myself.
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| Назва | Chatsworth; or, The romance of a week [by P.G. Patmore]. Ed. by the author of 'Tremaine'. Chatsworth; or, The romance of a week [by P.G. Patmore]. Ed. by the author of 'Tremaine', Peter George Patmore |
| Автор | Peter George Patmore |
| Редактор | Robert Plumer Ward |
| Опубліковано | 1844 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 3 жов. 2006 |
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