The metropolis, a novel, by the author of Little Hydrogen1819 |
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... the past a a dream . I am twenty - five years of age : yet is it To those who have doubled that period , what it be ? On life as on a journey by night , " cl and darkness rest . ” We start in high spirits 6 THE METROPOLIS .
... the past a a dream . I am twenty - five years of age : yet is it To those who have doubled that period , what it be ? On life as on a journey by night , " cl and darkness rest . ” We start in high spirits 6 THE METROPOLIS .
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Metropolis. and darkness rest . ” We start in high spirits ; we can never go fast enough ; pleasure is our perspective ; fashion , the spur which impels us ; we flirt ; we chat ; we trifle by the road ; yet does the time seem long . With ...
Metropolis. and darkness rest . ” We start in high spirits ; we can never go fast enough ; pleasure is our perspective ; fashion , the spur which impels us ; we flirt ; we chat ; we trifle by the road ; yet does the time seem long . With ...
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... spirits , that she was under th treatment of Dr. Willis ; that the daily bulletins de scribed her hurry of spirits to be a little abated ; bu that a gold ring and a licence were considered by th faculty as the only radical cure . " Who ...
... spirits , that she was under th treatment of Dr. Willis ; that the daily bulletins de scribed her hurry of spirits to be a little abated ; bu that a gold ring and a licence were considered by th faculty as the only radical cure . " Who ...
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... spirits , after cutting up ever body of our acquaintance . During dinner , I wa determined to have a hit at her ; and , on my mother ' asking me to carve a fowl , I observed , " Give it t my cousin , she dissects better than I. " She ...
... spirits , after cutting up ever body of our acquaintance . During dinner , I wa determined to have a hit at her ; and , on my mother ' asking me to carve a fowl , I observed , " Give it t my cousin , she dissects better than I. " She ...
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... spirits t dance , too much in love to mingle with the gay an thoughtless throng . The men too said to each othe " it is of no use to ask her , unless you have a duc mantle to offer as your recommendation . " How u speakably ill natured ...
... spirits t dance , too much in love to mingle with the gay an thoughtless throng . The men too said to each othe " it is of no use to ask her , unless you have a duc mantle to offer as your recommendation . " How u speakably ill natured ...
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Page 251 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 42 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Page 50 - Hath pillow'd oft this aching head ; A mouth which smiles on me alone, An eye whose tears with mine are shed. There are two hearts whose movements thrill In unison so closely sweet ! That, pulse to pulse responsive still, They both must heave — or cease to beat.
Page 49 - There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreathed with mine alone, That destiny's relentless knife At once must sever both or none. There is a form on which these eyes Have often gazed with fond delight ; By day that form their joy supplies, And dreams restore it through the night. There is...
Page 184 - Song is sung, to a dismal kind of music 0, let us howl some heavy note, Some deadly dogged howl, Sounding, as from the threatening throat Of beasts and fatal fowl! As ravens, screech-owls, bulls, and bears, We'll bell, and bawl our parts, Till irksome noise have cloyed your ears.
Page 251 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a Scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever...
Page 162 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The .immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
Page 185 - I'll draw it nearer by a perspective, or make a glass that shall set all the world on fire upon an instant. I cannot sleep; my pillow is stuffed with a litter of porcupines.
Page 20 - Page had poisoned him !—In dread they turned To where the murderer was : she had not moved, But stood with fixed eyes; the clouds of death Were on her face — she too had pledged the cup ! THE LOVER'S ROCK. " Oh why should Fate such pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining; Or why so sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? This world's wealth, when I think upon't, Is pride and a' the lave on't; Fie, fie on silly coward man, That he should be the slave on't."—BURNS.
Page 46 - Or Beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower ? No: gayer insects fluttering by Ne'er droop the wing o'er those that die, And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own, And every wo a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The metropolis, a novel, by the author of Little Hydrogen The metropolis, a novel, by the author of Little Hydrogen, Metropolis |
| Author | Metropolis |
| Edition | 2 |
| Published | 1819 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 10 Jul 2006 |
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