Grace Cassidy; Or, The Repealers: A Novel, Volume 3

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Richard Bentley, 1834 - Ireland
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Page 142 - The gods, in bounty, work up storms about us, That give mankind occasion to exert Their hidden strength, and throw out into practice Virtues, which shun the day, and lie conceal'd In the smooth seasons and the calms of life.
Page 221 - Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man; Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest.
Page 147 - Theosophically he describes it, by showing that " true Religion Is always mild, propitious and humble; Plays not the tyrant, plants no faith in blood, Nor bears destruction on her chariot wheels; But stoops to polish, succour and redress, And builds her grandeur on the public good.
Page 287 - With the cold caution of a coward's spleen, Which fears not guilt, but always seeks a screen, Which keeps this maxim ever in her view — What's basely done, should be done safely too; With that dull, rooted, callous impudence, Which, dead to shame and every nicer sense, Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading Vice's snares, She blunder'd on some virtue unawares...
Page 94 - O'erloaded, from her path, and man runs mad. As love alone can exquisitely bless, Love only feels the marvellous of pain ; Opens new veins of torture in the soul, And wakes the nerve, where agonies are born.
Page 285 - Th' adulterous eye. Not the mountain ice, Congeal'd to chrystal, is so frosty chaste As thy victorious soul, which conquers man, And man's proud tyrant-passion.
Page 196 - Now, let us thank the Eternal Power, convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction : That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour, Serves but to brighten all our future days ! [Exeunt omnes.
Page 142 - As calmly as the wounded patient bears The artist's hand, that ministers his cure. Pol. That's kindly said. You know our father's ward, The fair Monimia : — is your heart at peace ? Is it so guarded, that you could not love her?

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