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During slumber's magic reignOther times shall live again;
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-what an odd thing it is, that the indications of terror are usually ludicrous !
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I have ever remarked, that when Fate has any great misfortune in store, it is always preceded by a brief period of calm and sunshine-as if to add bitterness of contrast to all other misery. It is for the happy to tremble-it is over their heads that the thunderbolt is about to burst.
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Awakening hope has named the nameOf love, or blown its spark to flame.Restlessness, but as the winds rangeFrom leaf to leaf, from flower to flower;Changefulness, but as rainbows change,From colour'd sky to sunlit hour.Ay, well indeed may minstrel sing,-What have the heart and year like spring?
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To know yourself less beloved than you love, is a dreadful feeling
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Scene I. - (Clara, Mother, Brackenberg) Act 1, Scene 3
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Expectation is in itself a very pretty sort of reality.
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I made myself a little boatAnd launched it on the sea ;And into the wide world went forthTo see what there might be.
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The peasant boy, who followed the coloured track of the rainbow, hoping to find the blue and charmed flower which springs where the arch touches earth, is wiser far than one who gives youth, genius, and time to literature.
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What is the reason that we find it so satisfactory to make excuses to ourselves-the only persons in the world to whom they must be altogether needless ?
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Human nature is accused of much more selfishness than it really has ; a thousand kindly emotions break in upon and redeem our daily and interested life.
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Oh, love is timid in its birth!Watching her lightest look or stir,As he but look'd and breathed with her.Gay words were passing, but he leantIn silence; yet, one quick glance sent,-His secret is no more his own,When has woman her power not known?
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… when was a woman ever witty without being bitter?
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From Lee: I believe that the mind may make its own immortality : thought is the spiritual part of existence ; and so long as my mind influences others, so long as my thoughts remain behind, so long shall my spirit be conscious and immortal. The body may perish-not so the essence which survives in the living and lasting page.
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Where is the heart that has not bow'dA slave, eternal Love, to thee:Look on the cold, the gay, the proud,And is there one among them free?
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Born with them-born with them : all alike ! No pleasure equal to the pleasure of tormenting, to a woman.
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Does the sweet morning rise,Bride-like, from sleep,When their first revelriesBird and bee keep,Singing out joyouslyIn the green tree ?Then, when my hopes are high,Think I of thee.
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From Lee, a dramatist: Ah! the poet hath no true hope, who doth not place it in the many, and in the feeling of the common multitude.
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But as our explanation will be more brief than one broken in upon by words of wonder, regret, and affection, we will proceed to it ; holding that explanation, like advice, should be of all convenient shortness.
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Oh this is not that sweet loveOwn companion to the dove ;But a wild and wandering thing,Varying as the lights that flingRadiance o'er his peacock's wing.I do weep, that Love should beEver linked with Vanity.
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The city and the crowd unidealise love; and love, in the young warm heart of a girl, should be a dream apart from all commoner emotions - as sweet and as ethereal as the blush with which it is born and dies. Beauty gives its own gracefulness to love - there must be romance blended with the passion inspired by the very lovely face which the mirror reflected.
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'Tis strange how the heart can createOr colour from itself its fate;We make ourselves our own distress,We are ourselves our happiness.
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I am a daughter of that land,Where the poet’s lip and the painter’s handAre most divine, -where the earth and sky,Are picture both and poetry-I am of Florence.
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To use the established phrase, three months of uninterrupted happiness glided away-a phrase, though in frequent use, whose accuracy I greatly doubt ; there being no such thing as uninterrupted happiness any how or any where.
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