Mooriana: or, Selections from the works of J. Moore, illustr. by notes, by F. Prevost and F. Blagdon

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Page 236 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 184 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Page 217 - Dans l'adversité de nos meilleurs amis, nous trouvons toujours quelque chose qui ne nous déplaît pas.
Page 105 - Monsieur, quand on travaille pour ce qu'on aime,' replied the girl. The soldier kissed her hand with a gallant and tender air. ' Allons,' continued the Marquis, addressing himself to me ; ' this girl is quite charming — her lover has the appearance of a brave fellow ; they have but three legs betwixt them, and we have four ; — if you have no objection, they shall have the carriage, and we will follow on foot to the next village, and see what can be done for these lovers.
Page 133 - ... with gold and jewels and pearls, holding in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the impurities of her fornication; 5and on her forehead was written a name of mystery: "Babylon the great, mother of harlots and of earth's abominations." 6And I saw the woman, drunk with the blood of the saints and the blood of the martyrs of Jesus.
Page 104 - When we had driven a few miles, I perceived a genteel-looking young fellow, dressed in an old uniform. He sat under a tree on the grass, at a little distance from the road, and amused himself by playing on the violin. As we came nearer we perceived he had a wooden leg, part of which lay in fragments by his side. " ' What do you do there, soldier? ' said the Marquis. ' I am on my way home to my own village, mon officier,
Page 132 - And the Woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand, full of abominations and filthiness of her whoredom.
Page 184 - It is gone, that sensibility of principle, that chastity of honour, which felt a stain like a wound, which inspired courage whilst it mitigated ferocity, which ennobled whatever it touched, and under which vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossne.ss.
Page 184 - ... that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom. The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone.
Page 16 - Moore brought his family from Glasgow to London ; and in the course of the next year appeared the fruits of his travels, in " A View of Society and Manners in France, Switzerland, and Germany,

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