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Side 131
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring ; But by and by , the cause of
my disease Gives me a pang , that inwardly doth sting , When that I think what
grief it is again , To live and lack the thing should rid my pain . ' • We select the ...
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring ; But by and by , the cause of
my disease Gives me a pang , that inwardly doth sting , When that I think what
grief it is again , To live and lack the thing should rid my pain . ' • We select the ...
Side 182
... such devilish art , As would have ruin ' d ev ' n a holier heart Of thee , and of
that ever - radiant sphere , Where bless ' d at length , if I but serv ' d him here , I
should for ever live in thy dear sight , And drink from those pure eyes eternal light
!
... such devilish art , As would have ruin ' d ev ' n a holier heart Of thee , and of
that ever - radiant sphere , Where bless ' d at length , if I but serv ' d him here , I
should for ever live in thy dear sight , And drink from those pure eyes eternal light
!
Side 195
This death within thy arms I would not give For the most smiling life the happiest
live ! All , that stood dark and drear before the eye Of my stray ' d soul , is passing
swiftly by ; A light comes o ' er me from those looks of love , Like the first dawn of ...
This death within thy arms I would not give For the most smiling life the happiest
live ! All , that stood dark and drear before the eye Of my stray ' d soul , is passing
swiftly by ; A light comes o ' er me from those looks of love , Like the first dawn of ...
Side 286
Tis shefar off , through moonlight dim , He knew his own betrothed bride , She ,
who would rather die with him , Than live to gain the world beside ! Her Wins his
last drarrives at a fie after butea liberty . Vali . Her arms are round her lover now ,.
Tis shefar off , through moonlight dim , He knew his own betrothed bride , She ,
who would rather die with him , Than live to gain the world beside ! Her Wins his
last drarrives at a fie after butea liberty . Vali . Her arms are round her lover now ,.
Side 334
Faith lives in a promise , as fish lives in the water . The promises are both
comforting and quickening , they are mitralia Evangelii , the very breast of the
Gospel ; as the child by sucking the breasts gets strength , so faith by sucking the
breast of ...
Faith lives in a promise , as fish lives in the water . The promises are both
comforting and quickening , they are mitralia Evangelii , the very breast of the
Gospel ; as the child by sucking the breasts gets strength , so faith by sucking the
breast of ...
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Side 128 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Side 304 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
Side 302 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Side 301 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mixed essence, make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Side 300 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains ; «° They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Side 20 - To get over this, my way is, to divide half a sheet of paper by a line into two columns; writing over the one pro, and over the other con; then during three or four days' consideration, I put down under the different heads short hints of the different motives, that at different times occur to me, for or against the measure. When I have thus got them all together in one view, I...
Side 284 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin — Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Side 286 - Cheer'd by this hope, she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of even In the rich west begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of Balbec winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies, That flutter'd round the jasmine stems, Like winged flowers or flying gems...
Side 287 - And how felt he, the wretched Man reclining there — while memory ran o'er many a year of guilt and strife, flew o'er the dark flood of his life, nor found one sunny resting-place, nor brought him back one branch of grace !
Side 304 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...