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Side 25 - The beings of the mind are not of clay ; Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence : that which Fate Prohibits to dull life, in this our state Of mortal bondage...
Side 217 - The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face...
Side 105 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Side 129 - Ding, Dong, bell Pussy's in the well, Who put her in? Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? Little Johnny Stout.
Side 141 - This* would I wear as my inheritance,— And what hope can arise to me from it, When I and it are here both prisoners ? Only may this, if ever we be free, Keep or redeem me from all infamy.
Side 81 - O! many a shaft at random sent Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word at random spoken May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Side 64 - The limits of the sphere of dream, The bounds of true and false, are past. Lead us on, thou wandering gleam, Lead us onward, far and fast, To the wide, the desert waste. But see, how swift advance and shift, Trees behind trees, row by row, — How, clift by clift, rocks bend and lift Their frowning foreheads as we go. The giant-snouted crags, ho ! ho ! How...
Side 105 - O'Rourke ! noble feast, it will ne'er be forgot By those who were there, and by those who were not.