Geraldine, Or Modes of Faith and Practice ...

Front Cover
Wells and Lilly, 1821 - English fiction - 302 pages
 

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Selected pages

Contents


Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 132 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 138 - Defend me therefore, common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up...
Page 243 - Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 250 - LET no one say that there is need Of time for love to grow ; Ah no ! the love that kills indeed Dispatches at a blow. The spark which but by slow degrees Is nursed into a flame, Is habit, friendship, what you please ; But love is not its name. For love to be completely true...
Page 150 - To view this Lady of the Lake. The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain. With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Page 84 - Scroggins said of the Gas-man, that he thought he was a man of that courage, that if his hands were cut off, he would still fight on with the stumps — like that of Widrington, — In doleful dumps, Who, when his legs were smitten off, Still fought upon his stumps.
Page 147 - The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that Heav'n doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old Experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 225 - You believe, then, on the same authority in the existence of witches, enchanters, and magicians," rejoined Mr. Mowbray ; "for, if I recollect rightly, the one fact is as clearly asserted aS the other." " I never troubled my head much about them," said Mr. Wentworth ; " but they existed, or they would not be mentioned in the Bible." " You believe all, then, that the Bible contains?" said Mr. Mowbray. " Every word," returned Mr. Wentworth. " Will you allow me to ask "why you believe it ?" said Mr....
Page 33 - But this was a state of feeling not long to be indulged by the high-principled and conscientious Margaret. Human life she felt was indeed a state in which " much was to be endured, and little to be enjoyed...
Page 13 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruit supplied, And water from the spring. Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego, All earth-born cares are wrong ; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.

Bibliographic information