The Works of Lady Blessington: Confessions of an elderly lady. The victims of society. Conversations with Lord Byron. The honey-moon. Galeria. Flowers of loveliness. Gems of beauty

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E. L. Carey and A. Hart, 1838

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Page 300 - which her acknowledged purity rendered less necessary. Do you remember my lines in the Giaour, ending with— No: gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die; To every failing but their own: And lovelier things have mercy shown And every
Page 63 - O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another's eyes." The marquis was a dull, pompous, but not an ill tempered man. Naturally disposed to entertain a very high opinion of himself and his possessions, this feeling had been encouraged by the partner he had selected to share them; until he had arrived at that happy, though not
Page 286 - for a short space of time, while Reason slumbers in the citadel; but if the latter sink into a lethargy, the former will quickly erect a standard for herself. Philosophy, wisdom, and liberty, support each other: he who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
Page 251 - what are thousand living loves, To that which cannot quit the dead ? How did I feel this, when Allegra, my daughter, died ! While she lived, her existence never seemed necessary to my happiness; but no sooner did I lose her, than it appeared to me as if
Page 256 - It would add nothing, my Lord, to the fame with which your genius has surrounded you, for an unknown and obscure individual to express his admiration of it. I had rather be numbered with those who wish and pray, that ' wisdom from above,' and ' peace,' and 'joy,
Page 255 - rarely to disclose itself in words, but so influential as to produce uniform benevolence of conduct. In the last hour of life, after a farewell look on a latelyborn and only infant, for whom she had evinced inexpressible affection, her last whispers were, ' God's happiness!—God's happiness!' "Since the second anniversary of her decease,
Page 256 - your account, to the supreme Source of happiness. It sprang from a faith more confirmed than that of the French poet, and from a charity, which, in combination with faith, showed its power unimpaired amidst the languors and pains of approaching dissolution. I will hope that a prayer, which, 1 am sure, was deeply sincere, may not
Page 265 - The dear connection Bring back with Joy; You have not waited Till, tired and hated. All passion sated, Began to cloy. Your last embraces Leave no cold traces,— The same fond faces As through the past; And eyes, the mirrors Of your sweet errors. Reflect but rapture; not least, though
Page 237 - getting rapidly gray) is of a very dark brown, and curls naturally: he uses a good deal of oil in it, which makes it look still darker. His countenance is full of expression, and changes with the subject of conversation; it gains on the beholder the more it is seen, and leaves an agreeable impression.
Page 265 - gainst their prison? Time can but cloy love, And use destroy love: The winged boy. Love, Is but for boys; You'll find it torture, Though sharper, shorter, To wean, and not wear out your joys. They are so unworthy of the author, that they are

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