Tales And Novels, Volume 9

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Lightning Source Incorporated, Jul 15, 2005 - Fiction - 512 pages
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Page 299 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Page 161 - 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.
Page 311 - Refined himself to soul, to curb the sense, And made almost a sin of abstinence. Yet had his aspect nothing of severe, But such a face as promised him sincere ; Nothing reserved or sullen was to see, But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity ; Mild was his accent, and his action free.
Page 128 - Tis good to be merry and wise, 'Tis good to be honest and true, 'Tis good to be off with the old love Before you be on with the new.
Page 20 - AMOUR. WHY mourns my friend? why weeps his downcast eye? That eye where mirth, where fancy, us'd to shine; Thy cheerful meads reprove that swelling sigh ; Spring ne'er enamell'd fairer meads than thine. Art thou not lodg'd in Fortune's warm embrace ? Wert thou not form'd by Nature's partial care?
Page 311 - Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky; And oft, with holy hymns, he charm'd their ears: (A music more melodious than the spheres.) For David left him, when he went to rest, His lyre; and after him he sung the best. He bore his great commission in his look: But sweetly temper'd awe; and soften'd all he spoke.
Page 312 - Wide was his parish, not contracted close In streets, but here and there a straggling house; Yet still he was at hand, without request, To serve the sick, to succour the distress'd, Tempting, on foot, alone, without affright, The dangers of a dark tempestuous night.
Page 36 - Fine nurses never made fine children. There was a prodigious rout made about the matter ; a vast deal of sentiment and sympathy, and compliments and inquiries ; but after the novelty was over, I became heartily sick of the business ; and at the end of about three months my poor child was sick too — I don't much like to think of it — it died.
Page 223 - How would you improve the state of society?" asked Mr Percival calmly. "I'm not tinker general to the world," said she. "I am glad of it," said Mr Percival; "for I have heard that tinkers often spoil more than they mend.
Page 223 - Drapery, if you ask me my opinion," cried Mrs Freke, "drapery, whether wet or dry, is the most confoundedly indecent thing in the world." "That depends on public opinion, I allow," said Mr Percival. "The Lacedaemonian ladies, who were veiled only by public opinion, were better covered from profane eyes, than some English ladies are in wet drapery.

About the author (2005)

Maria Edgeworth was born in 1767. Her father, Richard Lovell Edgeworth was very important to her as she lived on his estate for most of her life. An Irish novelist, her work included novels about Irish life. Her works are remembered for covering several areas, such as women's education and stories for children and are noted to contain realism and humor. Some of her works include Letters for Literary Ladies (1795), Castle Rackrent (1800), Belinda, (1801), The Absentee (1812) and Moral Tales (1801).

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