Paul Ulric: Or, The Adventures of an Enthusiast, Band 1Harper & Brothers, 1835 |
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... least , he deserved commendation . Among his amusements were the opera , horse- racing , and cards . I know of but one thing , indeed , which he abhorred , and that was learning . Books he considered as so much waste - paper . He had a ...
... least , he deserved commendation . Among his amusements were the opera , horse- racing , and cards . I know of but one thing , indeed , which he abhorred , and that was learning . Books he considered as so much waste - paper . He had a ...
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... least , so said all the old women . He was deacon of the village , and understood well the Latin and Greek , besides a few rules of arithmetic , and some other small matters , whereby he was enabled to support a wife and ten children ...
... least , so said all the old women . He was deacon of the village , and understood well the Latin and Greek , besides a few rules of arithmetic , and some other small matters , whereby he was enabled to support a wife and ten children ...
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... was a son of Sir John's , and accordingly , had come to demand a remuneration for his loss . " P.S. - Paul is esteemed one of the best waltzers in our village . " A truce to my mother's letters - at least for PAUL ULRIC . 31.
... was a son of Sir John's , and accordingly , had come to demand a remuneration for his loss . " P.S. - Paul is esteemed one of the best waltzers in our village . " A truce to my mother's letters - at least for PAUL ULRIC . 31.
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... Mattson. A truce to my mother's letters - at least for the present ; and I cannot but express a hope , that they will receive that attention to which they are so fully entitled . CHAPTER IV . Anger is like A full hot horse 32 PAUL ULRIC .
... Mattson. A truce to my mother's letters - at least for the present ; and I cannot but express a hope , that they will receive that attention to which they are so fully entitled . CHAPTER IV . Anger is like A full hot horse 32 PAUL ULRIC .
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... juvenile pro- digy . With these accomplishments , I believed my- self fitted for the noise and bustle of the world . I had passed beyond the precincts of boyhood ; at least , in my own opinion . I could swear PAUL ULRIC . 3333.
... juvenile pro- digy . With these accomplishments , I believed my- self fitted for the noise and bustle of the world . I had passed beyond the precincts of boyhood ; at least , in my own opinion . I could swear PAUL ULRIC . 3333.
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Seite 52 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Seite 23 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.
Seite 140 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 82 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes. Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Seite 5 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...
Seite 90 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Seite 97 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
Seite 72 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Seite 22 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Seite 97 - Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. It is to be all made of sighs and tears...