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... cold kind of kissing produces no blissful excitement , and often leads to bad results ; and I have no doubt but the old woman expe- rienced more pleasure when she kissed her cow , than half of the young men who bestow busses upon the ...
... cold kind of kissing produces no blissful excitement , and often leads to bad results ; and I have no doubt but the old woman expe- rienced more pleasure when she kissed her cow , than half of the young men who bestow busses upon the ...
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... cold for a certainty as you go down into the frosty vale of years , where beauty loses its charms , and pleasure its power to entice . I want you , my young sinners , to kiss and get married ; and then devote your time to the study of ...
... cold for a certainty as you go down into the frosty vale of years , where beauty loses its charms , and pleasure its power to entice . I want you , my young sinners , to kiss and get married ; and then devote your time to the study of ...
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... cold But you , young folks , can dance , and drink , and sing , When new years dawn upon your careless heads ; Much pleasure , mirth and sport to you they oring That is , if they don't bring you to your beds ; For on such days , a devil ...
... cold But you , young folks , can dance , and drink , and sing , When new years dawn upon your careless heads ; Much pleasure , mirth and sport to you they oring That is , if they don't bring you to your beds ; For on such days , a devil ...
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... cold December of death - the mighty engine of the mind that moves the ever - revolv- ing wheels of thought must yet cease to operate , and the clay that composes the frail vessel of mortality shall cruble to atoms . Yes . it will return ...
... cold December of death - the mighty engine of the mind that moves the ever - revolv- ing wheels of thought must yet cease to operate , and the clay that composes the frail vessel of mortality shall cruble to atoms . Yes . it will return ...
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... cold mists of misanthropy , is about as bad as be- ing confined in a dungeon , to be fed with the fragments of one's former follies . The light of love , admitted through the windows of the heart , warms and nourishes the soil of the ...
... cold mists of misanthropy , is about as bad as be- ing confined in a dungeon , to be fed with the fragments of one's former follies . The light of love , admitted through the windows of the heart , warms and nourishes the soil of the ...
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Page 150 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
Page 49 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet...
Page 33 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Page 147 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Page 320 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way; And channels deeper, as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o...
Page 234 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Page 234 - She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Page 101 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 137 - The bower where he sat with — wife, children, and friends. The dayspring of youth, still unclouded by sorrow, Alone on itself for enjoyment depends; But drear is the twilight of age, if it borrow No warmth from the smile of — wife, children, and friends. Let the breath of renown ever freshen and nourish The laurel which o'er the dead...
Page 300 - Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment — born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER.