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Página 57 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Página 58 - New Year ; Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day, For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o
Página 58 - Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd forehead of the fool!
Página 236 - — it was the first time he had ever called her by her Christian name, and she shuddered — " if you're decently good to me, I'll make it all right for you all round.
Página 146 - " I want you to say that you will give this man up, and return to your duty as a Christian.
Página 190 - ... cherished, of creating between himself and his wife a community of views upon certain cardinal points. Perhaps also regret upon this head was somewhat neutralised by another disappointment; this was a conviction he could no longer resist of the singular absence of all passion in his wife's nature. That she loved him as much as she was capable of loving, he had not the least doubt; but that much was too little for the cravings of his ardent soul.
Página 150 - Tickler. Replenish. That last jug was most illustrious. I wish James were here. North. Hush ! hark ! It must be he ! and yet 'tis not just the pastoral tread either of the Bard of Benger. " Alike, but oh ! how different!" Tickler. " His very step has music in't as he comes- up the stair!
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