Ruling the Roast: A Novel, Volume 1

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Chapman and Hall, 1874
 

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Page 225 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 154 - And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 142 - But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. Melting joys about her move, Killing pleasures, wounding blisses, She can dress her eyes in love, And her lips can arm with kisses; Angels listen when she speaks, She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder.
Page 277 - Heaven, a favour or a debt She e'er should cancel — but she may forget. Safe is your secret still in Chloe's ear ; But none of Chloe's shall you ever hear.
Page 87 - I will pray for your happy return, which I look at with a great cloud over my head, too heavy for my poor heart to bear without torment ; but I hope the great God of heaven will bless you.
Page 292 - By Alloway's auld, haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames, it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened, sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale. Ae market-night Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi...
Page 26 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet south, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Page 272 - OF MY LADY ISABELLA, PLAYING ON THE LUTE. SUCH moving sounds from such a careless touch! So unconcern'd herself, and we so much ! What art is this, that with so little pains Transports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns ? The trembling strings about her fingers crowd, And tell their joy for every kiss aloud, Small force there needs to make them tremble so; Touch'd by that hand, who would not tremble too: Here Love takes stand, and while she charms the ear Empties...
Page 1 - Few — none — find what they love or could have loved : Though accident, blind contact, and the strong Necessity of loving, have removed Antipathies...
Page 62 - Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, Although they both are born in the same clime. Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine— A sad, sour, sober, beverage — by time Is sharpen'd from its high celestial flavour, Down to a very homely household savour.

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