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added affection Albert allow already answered appeared attachment attention Baron Baroness beauty became become bright cause character Chevalier child circumstances closed cold confidence Constance continued Corsini Count cried daughter dear deep desire di Corsini doubt Duke duty Ella emotion exclaimed existence expected expression eyes face father favour fear feelings felt Florville future hand happiness heart hitherto hope hour human husband imagination interest interrupted Italy lady least leave Leopold less letter light Lindenberg living look lover meet ment mind mother nature never object observed once painful passed passion perhaps pleasure possessed possible present Prince Princess prove raised received Reichstadt remained replied respect returned Rosendahl scarcely seek seemed sentiment silence smile soul spirit spoke success tears tenderness thought tion tone turned uttered views voice von Lindenberg whilst wife wish young youth
第 262 頁 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
第 315 頁 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
第 77 頁 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
第 147 頁 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
第 116 頁 - Three children sliding on the ice, All on a summer's day, It so fell out they all fell in, The rest they ran away.
第 73 頁 - LIFE. WE are born ; we laugh ; we weep ; We love ; we droop ; we die ! Ah ! wherefore do we laugh, or weep ? Why do we live, or die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas, not I ! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye ? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly ? Why do our fond hearts cling To things that die ? We toil, — through pain and wrong ; We fight,— and fly ; We love ; we lose ; and then, ere long, Stone-dead we lie.
第 204 頁 - Farewell to thee, France ! — But when Liberty rallies Once more in thy regions, remember me then, — The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys ; Though wither'd, thy tear will unfold it again. Yet, yet I may baffle the hosts that surround us, And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice — There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us...