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Poet. PREFACE . I AM told that I must write a Preface- and never was mortal in a more pitiable pre- dicament than I am , in consequence of this necessity ! I neither know what to say or who to address ! -But , as " l'appetit vient en man ...
Poet. PREFACE . I AM told that I must write a Preface- and never was mortal in a more pitiable pre- dicament than I am , in consequence of this necessity ! I neither know what to say or who to address ! -But , as " l'appetit vient en man ...
Strana 68
... never entered her thoughts . The unhappy Geraldine's letter was inclosed in an envelope , and sent , without delay , to the house she had designated in it , as the one where she should impatiently await an answer . Her father then ...
... never entered her thoughts . The unhappy Geraldine's letter was inclosed in an envelope , and sent , without delay , to the house she had designated in it , as the one where she should impatiently await an answer . Her father then ...
Strana 72
... never be happy , -that not all his love could ever console her for the cruel renunciation of her parents . Thus early did their punishment begin , and the seeds of sorrow were sown in their bosoms never to be eradicated . But in these ...
... never be happy , -that not all his love could ever console her for the cruel renunciation of her parents . Thus early did their punishment begin , and the seeds of sorrow were sown in their bosoms never to be eradicated . But in these ...
Strana 74
... never meet , would be a great comfort to her . Illness might visit them , and then , perhaps , she might be pardoned , and allowed to watch over them . Antonio had no will but that of his sweet wife , and ac- cordingly as spring opened ...
... never meet , would be a great comfort to her . Illness might visit them , and then , perhaps , she might be pardoned , and allowed to watch over them . Antonio had no will but that of his sweet wife , and ac- cordingly as spring opened ...
Strana 78
... never had she known what real happiness was ' till she found herself secluded from the world and forgotten by it , or if remembered , mentioned with scorn and pity ; in the wild solitudes of Wales , and with no companion save Antonio ...
... never had she known what real happiness was ' till she found herself secluded from the world and forgotten by it , or if remembered , mentioned with scorn and pity ; in the wild solitudes of Wales , and with no companion save Antonio ...
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Strana 278 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Strana 265 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Strana 182 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strana 262 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Strana 147 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Strana 19 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Strana 91 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Strana 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Strana 182 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Strana 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...