Eunice: A Novel, Bind 3Tinsley Brothers, 1876 |
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Side 258 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Side 234 - Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met— or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Side 1 - And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Side 170 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 101 - Alas, that love should be a blight and snare To those who seek all sympathies in one ! Such once I sought in vain ; then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone...
Side 268 - Alone ! — that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard ; Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known...
Side 27 - Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get, and light to hold ; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled : Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould ; Price of many a crime untold : Gold ! gold ! gold ! gold...
Side 177 - Steady from morn till eve ; and I have seen The bees go forth upon an April morn, Secure the sunshine will not end in showers ; But when was Woman true...
Side 65 - ... dog shall howl by note. I laugh at those who, when the stage they tread, Neglect the heart, to compliment the head; With strict propriety their...
Side 220 - I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought ; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault ; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...