Poems and Prose WritingsMarshall, Clark and Company, 1833 - 450 էջ |
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... hope of fame ; and there are none who can go on with vigour , without the sympathy of some few minds which they respect . I will not say of my first tale , as Miss Edgeworth some- times does of her improbabilities , " This is a fact ...
... hope of fame ; and there are none who can go on with vigour , without the sympathy of some few minds which they respect . I will not say of my first tale , as Miss Edgeworth some- times does of her improbabilities , " This is a fact ...
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... power . The sinner on his sins must brood , And wait , alone , his hour . A stranger to earth's beauty - human love , There's here no rest for him , no hope above ! LXXXI . The hot sun beats upon his head . 22 THE BUCCANEER .
... power . The sinner on his sins must brood , And wait , alone , his hour . A stranger to earth's beauty - human love , There's here no rest for him , no hope above ! LXXXI . The hot sun beats upon his head . 22 THE BUCCANEER .
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... hope is o'er ; Nor laugh , nor scoff , nor rage , can help him more . XCII . His spirit heard that spirit say , " Listen ! -I twice have come to thee . Once more and then a dreadful way ! And thou must go with me ! " Ay , cling to earth ...
... hope is o'er ; Nor laugh , nor scoff , nor rage , can help him more . XCII . His spirit heard that spirit say , " Listen ! -I twice have come to thee . Once more and then a dreadful way ! And thou must go with me ! " Ay , cling to earth ...
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... hope cast down , turn deathly pale its glow ; Seen virtue rare , but more of virtue's show . Yet there was one true heart : that heart was thine , Fond Emmeline O God ! it once was mine . It beats no more . - That fierce and cruel blow ...
... hope cast down , turn deathly pale its glow ; Seen virtue rare , but more of virtue's show . Yet there was one true heart : that heart was thine , Fond Emmeline O God ! it once was mine . It beats no more . - That fierce and cruel blow ...
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... hope sends . While dreaming so , I saw an aged man Draw near . He bowed and spoke ; and I began- " Canst tell me , friend , I pray , whose home may The ancient house beneath that old , gray tree ? be " They are a stranger race ; and ...
... hope sends . While dreaming so , I saw an aged man Draw near . He bowed and spoke ; and I began- " Canst tell me , friend , I pray , whose home may The ancient house beneath that old , gray tree ? be " They are a stranger race ; and ...
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Էջ 102 - Celestial voices Hymn it unto our souls : according harps, By angel fingers touched when the mild stars Of morning sang together, sound forth still The song of our great immortality...
Էջ 136 - Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What does it bring to me...
Էջ 137 - A requiem o'er the dead, From out thy gloomy cells A tale of mourning tells — Tells of man's woe and fall, His sinless glory fled.
Էջ 91 - The rill is tuneless to his ear, who feels No harmony within ; the south wind steals As silent, as unseen among the leaves. Who has no inward beauty, none perceives; Though all around is beautiful.
Էջ 138 - Canst thou grow sad, thou say'st, as earth grows bright ? And sigh, when little birds begin discourse In quick, low voices, ere the streaming light Pours on their nests, from out the day's fresh source ? With creatures innocent thou must perforce A sharer be, if that thine heart be pure. And holy hour like this, save sharp remorse, Of ills and pains of life must be the cure, And breathe in kindred calm, and teach thee to endure.
Էջ 148 - He said that upon opening Wordsworth a thousand springs seemed to gush up at once in his heart, and the face of nature of a sudden to change into a strange freshness and life.
Էջ 426 - I have known one like the latter, attempt, with uncouth condescension, to court an openhearted child, who would draw back with an instinctive aversion; and I have felt as if there were a curse upon him. Better to be driven out from among men, than to be disliked of children.
Էջ 21 - Into the chambers of the deep. I see the dead, long, long forgot; I see them in their sleep. A dreadful power is mine, which none can know, Save he who leagues his soul with death and wo.
Էջ 391 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night...
Էջ 1 - THE island lies nine leagues away. Along its solitary shore, Of craggy rock and sandy bay, No sound but ocean's roar, Save, where the bold, wild sea-bird makes her home, Her shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam. But when the light winds lie at rest, And on the glassy, heaving sea, The black duck, with her glossy breast, Sits swinging silently; How beautiful ! no ripples break the reach, And silvery waves go noiseless up the beach.