Stanley Meredith. A Novel1875 |
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Algæ Atherton Barmouth beautiful believe Bluebeard breath bright castle Cedric CHAPTER Charlotte Brontë charming Crown 8vo dark dead dear death Dolwyllyn door dream entered exclaimed eyes face fancies father fears feeling felt Fordham friends Ganza Ginevra gleamed hand happy hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate hope husband interest John Fordham kindly knew lady laughed listen living Llanaber look ma'am marriage married Mexico Minnie morning mother mountain never night Nobody's children once papa passed poems poet poetry round Samuel Tinsley scarcely seemed shadow shining shining hours sing smiling song soon soul Southampton Street speak spirit Stanley Meredith Stanley's steps stood strange suddenly sure surprised sweet tell temple Thank things thought told touch trembled turned voice vols walked waves west wing whispered wife window wish wonder words write
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Side 164 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Side 165 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Side 135 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Side 220 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Side 99 - Unless you can think, when the song is done, No other is soft in the rhythm ; Unless you can feel, when left by one, That all men else go with him; Unless you can know, when unpraised by his breath, That your beauty itself wants proving; Unless you can swear, "For life, for death ! " — Oh fear to call it loving ! v.
Side 235 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.