Private Life; Or, Varieties of Character and Opinion, Volume 2

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T. Cadell, 1835
 

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Page 285 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 99 - 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.
Page 104 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 206 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy...
Page 185 - Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. Books are not seldom talismans and spells, By which the magic art of shrewder wits Holds an unthinking multitude enthrall'd.
Page 123 - Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her 'prentice han' she try'd on man, An
Page 357 - When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me : Christ is mine, — He cannot fail me, — Weep not for me. Yes! though sin and doubt endeavour From His love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength for ever ; Weep not for me.
Page 347 - Oh the dark days of vanity! while here How tasteless! and how terrible when gone! Gone? they ne'er go ; when past, they haunt us still ; The spirit walks of every day deceas'd, And smiles an angel, or a fury frowns.
Page 370 - I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die.
Page 45 - And what a length of tail behind! How slow its pace; and then its hue — Who ever saw so fine a blue?

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