Nocturnal visit, Volume 1

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II
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III
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IV
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V
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VI
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VII
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VIII
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X
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Page 31 - Since every man who lives, is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. Even kings but play; and when their part is done, Some other, worse or better, mount the throne.
Page 228 - And vanish'd into sighs: with long delay Her voice return'd, and found the wonted way. Tell me, my lord, she said, what fault unknown Thy once belov'd Alcyone has done?
Page 242 - Enter DOLABELLA. Who has profaned the sacred name of friend, And worn it into vileness ! With how secure a brow, and specious form, He gilds the secret villain! Sure that face Was meant for honesty ; but heaven mismatched it, And furnished treason out with nature's pomp, To make its work more easy.
Page 73 - There's such sweet pain in parting, That I could hang for ever on thy arms, And look .away my life into thy eyes.
Page 86 - Why hangs my heart thus heavy, " Like death within my bosom? Oh! 'tis well, " The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence, " Else who could bear it ?" When thy lov'd sight shall bless my eyes again, Then I will own I ought not to complain, Since that sweet hour is worth whole years of pain.
Page 20 - Now Heaven, I trust, hath joys in store To crown thy constant breast ; For, know, fond hope assures my heart That we shall soon be blest. Not far from hence stands Coquet Isle, Surrounded by the sea ; There dwells a holy friar, well known To all thy friends and thee : 'Tis Father...
Page 242 - Who has profaned the sacred name of friend, And worn it into vileness ! With how secure a brow, and specious form, He gilds the secret villain ! Sure that face Was meant for honesty; but heaven mis- match' d it, And furnish'd treason out with Nature's pomp, To make its work more easy.
Page 275 - This letter may be forg'd ; perhaps the wantonness Of his vain youth, to stain a lady's fame ; Perhaps his malice to disturb my friend. Oh, no ! my heart forebodes it must be true, Methought, ev'n now, I mark'd the starts of guilt That shook her soul ; tho' damn'd dissimulation Screen'd her dark thoughts, and set to public view A specious face of innocence and beauty.
Page 122 - From the tree at the grave of the dead the long howling owl is heard. I see a dim form on the plain! It is a ghost ! it i.nii-.
Page 125 - Jacintha; her heart sunk beneath the shock it gave her, and she would have fallen to the ground, had not the housekeeper caught her in her arms ; by the aid of restoratives,.

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