The Confessions of a Frivolous Girl: A Story of Fashioable LifeA. Williams and Company, 1880 - 220 pages |
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Page 116 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Page 116 - Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Of This and That endeavor and dispute; Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
Page 146 - Or let the easily-persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy; or, with head bent low And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land! Or...
Page 79 - Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascend — Seeking a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end ; For this the passion to excess was driven — That self might be annulled ; her bondage prove The fetters of a dream, opposed to love...
Page 118 - Not only those Who keep clear accents of the voice divine Are honourable — they are happy, indeed, Whate'er the world has held — but those who hear Some fair faint echoes, though the crowd be deaf, And see the white gods...
Page 118 - Fit music for their thought ; they too are blest, Not pitiable. Not from arrogant pride Nor over-boldness fail they who have striven To tell what they have heard, with voice too weak For such high message. More it is than ease, Palace and pomp, honours and luxuries, To have seen white Presences upon the hills, To have heard the voices of the Eternal Gods.
Page 109 - ... Marshmallows, there is still " considerable " of the lady in her, though she does use quaint-sounding phrases. She speaks, for example, of rotating round a ball-room ; and here are some elegant extracts from her musings over matrimony, which show, moreover, the view she takes of its responsibilities. " Remember, Alice, that the Pumystones antedate Noah, and that for the future you would never have to inquire the price of things. Gerald is a very nice young man. His clothes fit him to perfection....
Page 71 - European cities, for it was rumored that her father was a rag-picker, and he had actually been a butcher. We may conceive what such a woman's teaching is likely to be, and she spares no pains in the training of Alice. You strike me as too innocent, or say rather, my dear, too ingtnue. The modest blush and the downcast eye become a girl charmingly for the first two weeks of her career, but after that period they are simply gaucheries. To affect the inginue is quite another matter, and as different...
Page 58 - I said good night to Papa and Mamma, and dragged myself slowly up the stairs. " I wonder," thought I, " if he really cared to have that rosebud. I think he does look a little bit like Kenelm Chillingly. How nice that Mr. Harry Coney was, too ! I dare say it was all Minnie Van Rooster's fault. She looks like a flirt herself.
Page 54 - ... carriage. Mr. Hill went out into the street, bare-headed, to look for it, and Mr. Blake remained in the vestibule, talking to me. Presently some one shouted that Miss Palmer's carriage was at the door, and although I Had meant to take Mr. Hill's arm, since he had asked me first, I naturally took Mr. Blake's, because he was close at hand. As I tripped down the steps, several familiar voices cried " Good-night," which I tried to return as sweetly as possible.