Essays and Tales in Prose, Svazek 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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Strana 163 - He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule...
Strana 158 - Or painful to his slumbers: easy, sweet, And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain: Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride.
Strana 101 - Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. Oh! thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...
Strana 101 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? — Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. — Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Strana 19 - THE DESERT HOME : OR, THE ADVENTURES OF A LOST FAMILY IN THE WILDERNESS. With fine Plates. $1.00. THE BOY HUNTERS. With fine Plates. 75 cents. THE YOUNG VOYAGEURS : OR, THE BOY HUNTERS IN THE NORTH.
Strana 153 - Relenting Hero's gentle heart was strook; Such force and virtue hath an amorous look. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-ruled by fate.
Strana 168 - That he till death true dulness would maintain; And, in his father's right, and realm's defence, Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense.
Strana 168 - How can I praise or blame, and not offend, Or how divide the frailty from the friend? Her faults and virtues lie so mix'd that she Nor wholly stands condemn'd, nor wholly free.
Strana 108 - That made these branches meet and twine together, Never to be divided. The god that sings His holy numbers over marriage-beds Hath knit their noble hearts ; and here they stand Your children, mighty King : and I have done.
Strana 114 - Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak, murder shrieks out, The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards, and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face ; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.