The woman of the world, by the authoress of the Diary of a désennuyée

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78 psl. - Oui, je voudrais qu'aucun ne vous trouvât aimable, Que vous fussiez réduite en un sort misérable; Que le ciel, en naissant, ne vous eût donné rien; Que vous n'eussiez ni rang, ni naissance, ni bien, Afin que de mon cœur l'éclatant sacrifice Vous pût, d'un pareil sort, réparer l'injustice, Et que j'eusse la joie et la gloire en ce jour De vous voir tenir tout des mains de mon amour.
279 psl. - But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss? — That thought's return Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore, Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn, Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more; That neither present time, nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
211 psl. - L'inquiétude et l'ennui qui la suit ; Là, sont en foule antiques mijaurées, Jeunes oisons, et bégueules titrées, Disant des riens d'un ton de perroquet, Lorgnant des sots, et trichant au piquet; Blondins...
33 psl. - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
1 psl. - Laissons le monde et sa croyance. La bagatelle, la science, Les chimères, le rien, tout est bon : je soutiens Qu'il faut de tout aux entretiens...
254 psl. - And each vacuity of sense by pride: These build as fast as knowledge can destroy; In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy; One prospect lost, another still we gain; And not a vanity is given in vain; Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine, The scale to measure others
vi psl. - This royal infant, (heaven still move about her !) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness...
166 psl. - ... far On after ages. We must look within For that which makes us slaves : — on sympathies Which find no kindred objects in the plain Of common life — affections that aspire In air too thin — and fancy's dewy film Floating for rest ; for even such delicate threads, Gather'd by Fate's engrossing hand, supply The eternal spindle whence she weaves the bond Of cable strength in which our nature struggles ! Ctes.
148 psl. - Be plain in dress, and sober in -your diet ; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.
228 psl. - Ay — all things, be sure, with fine people are fine! But describe to me these preparations, so novel To me who am coop'd in this lone little hovel. GOR. Tis high time to go ; and we 'll talk at our leisure.

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