Memoirs of Celebrated Characters, Volumen3Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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Página 36
... church , saluted them as he passed , and ordered them to wait his return . No sooner had he cleared the portcullis , than they lowered it , drew forth their hidden weapons , made prisoners of the gar- rison , and , sounding from the top ...
... church , saluted them as he passed , and ordered them to wait his return . No sooner had he cleared the portcullis , than they lowered it , drew forth their hidden weapons , made prisoners of the gar- rison , and , sounding from the top ...
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... Church , and all of which he treated as a plaything . Nevertheless , a certain popularity attached to his name by the Fronde , and a por- tion of respect paid by the Church to his ecclesiastical title , gave him at that time some ...
... Church , and all of which he treated as a plaything . Nevertheless , a certain popularity attached to his name by the Fronde , and a por- tion of respect paid by the Church to his ecclesiastical title , gave him at that time some ...
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... Church of the Capuchins , where I attended mass ; the tears which , falling from my eyes , watered the ground ; Sainte Marie ; Madame de la Fayette ; my return to this house , your apartment , the night , the morrow , your first letter ...
... Church of the Capuchins , where I attended mass ; the tears which , falling from my eyes , watered the ground ; Sainte Marie ; Madame de la Fayette ; my return to this house , your apartment , the night , the morrow , your first letter ...
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... churches , and her reminiscences at Livry . " My child , " she wrote a few days afterward , " three hours have ... church , or the surrounding country , where I have not been with you . . . . I still see you : you are ever present ...
... churches , and her reminiscences at Livry . " My child , " she wrote a few days afterward , " three hours have ... church , or the surrounding country , where I have not been with you . . . . I still see you : you are ever present ...
Página 109
... loss of her daughter's society completely altered her disposition ; it im- * A ritual of the Roman Catholic Church applicable to Passion- week . - TRANSL . bued her with the poetry of tears , opened an MADAME DE SÉVIGNÉ . 109.
... loss of her daughter's society completely altered her disposition ; it im- * A ritual of the Roman Catholic Church applicable to Passion- week . - TRANSL . bued her with the poetry of tears , opened an MADAME DE SÉVIGNÉ . 109.
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Página 137 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day...
Página 136 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Página 136 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Página 128 - My only strength and stay ; forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace; both joining, As join'd in injuries, one enmity Against a foe by doom express assign'd us, That cruel serpent.
Página 136 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Página 141 - Now, when as sacred light began to dawn In Eden on the humid flowers, that breathed Their morning incense, when all things, that breathe From the Earth's great altar send up silent praise To the Creator, and his nostrils fill With grateful smell, forth came the human pair, And...
Página 128 - He added not, and from her turn'd ; but Eve Not so repulsed, with tears that ceased not flowing, And tresses all disorder'd, at his feet Fell humble, and, embracing them, besought His peace, and thus proceeded in her plaint.
Página 137 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 128 - She ended weeping, and her lowly plight, Immovable till peace obtained from fault Acknowledged and deplored, in Adam wrought Commiseration; soon his heart relented Towards her, his life so late and sole delight, Now at his feet submissive in distress, Creature so fair his reconcilement seeking, His counsel whom she had displeased, his aid; As one disarmed, his anger all he lost...
Página 140 - Awake: The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.