Recollections of a Busy Life: Including Reminiscences of American Politics and Politicians, from the Opening of the Missouri Contest to the Downfall of Slavery; to which are Added Miscellanies ... Also, a Discussion with Robert Dale Owen of the Law of DivorceJ. B. Ford & Company, 1869 - 624 sider |
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Side 493 - ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns." Of Coleridge, Southey, Campbell, Rogers, and other cotemporaries of Byron, Wordsworth excepted, I shall say very little. Each did some things well ; but, beyond a few stirring • lyrics by Campbell, and perhaps the Christabel and
Side 492 - thou rolling moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and filled up, As 't were anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the
Side 487 - or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask 1 The
Side 507 - if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched the line upon it ? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? Or who laid the corner-stone thereof, — When the morning stars sang together, And all the sons of God shouted for joy 1
Side 503 - this her bed ; She plucked that piece of geranium flower, Beginning to die, too, in the glass. Little has yet been changed, I think ; The shutters are shut ; no light may pass, Save two long rays through the hinges' chink. Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my
Side 492 - walls, 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 watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and, More near, from out the Cœsars
Side 504 - month of your own geranium's red,— And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead. I have lived, I shall say, so much since then, Given up myself so many times ; Gained by the gains of various men, Ransacked the
Side 500 - the woven copse. The charmed sunset lingered low adown In the red West : through mountain-clefts, the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Bordered with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale ; A land where all things always seem
Side 492 - battlement!. And twines its roots with the imperial hearths, Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth ; — But the gladiator's bloody circus stands, A noble wreck, in ruinous perfection I While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.— And thou didst
Side 504 - Either I missed or itself missed me, — And I want and find you, Evelyn Hope ! What is the issue ? let us see ! I loved you, Evelyn, all the while, My heart seemed full as it could hold, — There was place