Count Robert of Paris

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Robert Cadell, Edinburgh; and Whittaker and Company, London., 1832 - 330 pages
 

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Page 300 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 203 - Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content.
Page 300 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, 425 The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 18 - WILL you hear a Spanish lady, How shee wooed an English man ? Garments gay as rich as may be Decked with jewels she had on. Of a comely countenance and grace was she, And by birth and parentage of high degree.
Page 8 - One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish*waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation.
Page 213 - As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care.
Page 166 - Curious, not knowing, not exact, but nice, Form short ideas, and offend in arts (As most in manners) by a love to parts. Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And...
Page 76 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Bears yet a precious jewel in its head.
Page 201 - Yet instead of the simplicity of style and narrative which wins our belief, an elaborate affectation of rhetoric and science, betrays in every page the vanity of a female author.
Page 236 - This night, methinks, is but the daylight sick. It looks a little paler ; 't is a day Such as the day is when the sun is hid.

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