Manners: A Novel ... In Two Volumes, 1±Ç

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W. B. Gilley, 1818

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226 ÆäÀÌÁö - OH happiness ! our being's end and aim ! Good, pleasure, ease, content ? whate'er thy name : That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die, Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies, O'er-look'd, seen double, by the fool, and wise.
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where grows ? — where grows it not ? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gad, now, that is one of the most ungrateful observations I ever heard ; for the less inducement he has to tell all this, the more I think you ought to be obliged to him; for I am sure you'd know nothing of the matter without it.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish, and deliver ye to woe ; More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHAT, and how great, the Virtue and the Art To live on little with a cheerful heart, (A doctrine sage, but truly none of mine,) Let's talk, my friends, but talk before we dine.
226 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'erlook'd, seen double, by the fool and wise. Plant of celestial seed ! if dropp'd below, Say in what mortal soil thou deign'st to grow ? Fair...
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Name a town life, and in a trice, He had a story of two mice. Once on a time (so runs the fable) A country mouse, right hospitable, Received a town mouse at his board, Just as a farmer might a lord.
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - O primavera, gioventù de l'anno, bella madre di fiori, d'erbe novelle e di novelli amori, tu torni ben, ma teco non tornano i sereni e fortunati di de le mie gioie; tu torni ben, tu torni, ma teco altro non torna che del perduto mio caro tesoro la rimembranza misera e dolente. Tu quella se...
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

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