Held in Bondage: Or, Granville de Vigne. A Tale of the Day, Volume 1

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J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1864 - English fiction

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Page 332 - Per aver pace co' seguaci sui. Amor, che al cor gentil ratto s'apprende, Prese costui della bella persona Che mi fu tolta; e il modo ancor m'offende. Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona, Mi prese del costui piacer si forte, Che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona. Amor condusse noi ad una morte : Caina attende chi a vita ci spense.
Page 365 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Page 365 - Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark...
Page 193 - Him I hold more in the way to perfection who foregoes an unfit, ungodly, and discordant wedlock, to live according to peace and love and God's institution in a fitter choice, than he who debars himself the happy experience of all godly, which is peaceful conversation in his family, to live a contentious and unchristian life not to be avoided, in temptations not to be lived in, only for the false keeping of a most unreal nullity...
Page 199 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone...
Page 193 - God's indentions, a daring phantasm, a mere toy of terror; awing weak senses, to the lamentable superstition of ruining themselves : the remedy whereof God in his law vouchsafes us ; which, not to dare use, he warranting, is not our perfection...
Page 193 - ... himself the happy experience of all godly, which is peaceful conversation in his family, to live a contentious and unchristian life not to be avoided, in temptations not to be lived in, only for the false keeping of a most unreal nullity, a marriage that hath no affinity with God's intention, a daring phantasm, a mere toy of terror awing weak senses, to the lamentable superstition of ruining themselves ; the remedy whereof God in his law vouchsafes us. Which not to dare use, he warranting, is...
Page 418 - Vigne laughingly repudiated ; he would lead a charge, he said, with pleasure, any day, for his country, but he really could not sacrifice himself to wind red tape for the nation. Then he strolled on through the other apartments, saying a few words to his myriad acquaintances, listened with Sabretasche and Violet to a duo of Mario and Grisi's, and went back to the ball-room just in time for Alma's waltz. As he put his arm round her, and whirled her into the circle, he remembered, with a shudder at...
Page 166 - ... trust with which he looked forward to his future, and know — as she and we who were not dazzled by the radiance of that exterior beauty of form and feature, knew by instinct — that Constance Trefusis, haughty, overbearing, cold as marble, of neither finished education, cultured mind, nor refined taste, would be the woman of all others from whom, in maturer years, De Vigne would be most certain to revolt. A man's later loves are sure to be an utterly different and distinct style from his earlier....
Page 64 - But beautiful it was, with its pallid, aristocratic features, large, dark, mournful eyes, silky moustache, and wavy hair. Reckless devil-may-care, the man looked the recklessness of one who heeds nothing in heaven or earth — a little hardened by the world and its rubs, rendered cynical, perhaps, by injustice and wrong — but in the eyes there lay a kindness, and in the mouth a sadness which betokened better things. He might have been thirty, five-and-thirty, forty. One could no more tell his age...

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