Mabel the Actress, Or The Perils of Illicit Love

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Burgess and Stringer, 1843 - 47 pages
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Page 13 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 23 - Hippolyte, the following passage exactly portrays her feelings at that moment — what must their bitterness have been ? -Ah douleur non encore eprouvee ! A quel nouveau tourment je me suis reserves ** * *"* * * Us a'aimcnt ! par quel charme ont-il?
Page 7 - A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Page 24 - ... exhibited but faint traces in the earliest age of the Church is due, not merely to the small comparative numbers of the disciples, but no less to their expectation of an immediate close to this world's affairs. The only reason why Paul sanctioned contentment with his condition in the converted slave, was that, for so short a time, it was not worth while for any man to change his state ; he that was free, was already the Lord's bondsman; and he that was bound, the Lord's freeman.
Page 4 - Nothing is proof against the general curse Of vanity, that seizes all below. The only amaranthine flower on earth, Is virtue : the only lasting treasure, truth.
Page 6 - Strange !" — muttered the Count. He was silent for a short time, but still continued by the Bohemian's side with his eyes riveted upon her. She seemed conscious of his gaze : for she kept her eyes fixed upon the ground, and the " eloquent blood
Page 6 - There can be no deception in this," thought Oberfeldt ; " this is either nature, or the perfection of art — and a creature so young cannot have attained such power of simulation ; the soul which now burns in blushes upon that cheek was surely not meant to inform the frame of a wandering Bohemian." " May I ask your name ?" he added aloud. " They call me MABEL ;" answered the Bohemian. "Have you no second name?" " Our tribe are all sprung from the same stock — we are distinguished among each other...
Page 5 - ... already of a height beyond their ordinary low stature, and had the appearance of not being yet arrived at her full growth. A petticoat of bright scarlet displayed an ancle combining, like the fetlock of an Arabian horse, delicacy, activity, and grace, in a singular degree. The fine voluptuous outline of her limbs, at her early...
Page 4 - Make instrumenta to scourge us ! — well may it be said, that " our sins are like the Dragon's teeth sown by Cadmus — they rise up against us in the shape of armed men.
Page 7 - Do you tay till the end of the fair ?" .. We do"— " We shall meet again, then" — said the Count — " farewell !" As he turned from her, Mabel raised her large eyes upon him ; and for the first time fixedly surveyed him, as he walked away. She looked after him till he disappeared in the crowd ; and a heavy sigh struggled from her bosom, as she followed her party to exhibit in another quarter of the fair.

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