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... thou , my heart's ford desire ! This bosom is heaving with love's tender throes , All trembling these fingers sweep over the lyre , And my song , like the swan's last , is wild at the close . Yet thou wilt not list to me , -- then lady ...
... thou , my heart's ford desire ! This bosom is heaving with love's tender throes , All trembling these fingers sweep over the lyre , And my song , like the swan's last , is wild at the close . Yet thou wilt not list to me , -- then lady ...
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... thou seen that blossom blighted , By a drear , untimely frost ? All thy labor unrequited ? Every glorious promise lost ? Wife ! -- with agony unspoken , Shrinking from affliction's rod , Is thy prop , -thine idol broken , -- Fondly ...
... thou seen that blossom blighted , By a drear , untimely frost ? All thy labor unrequited ? Every glorious promise lost ? Wife ! -- with agony unspoken , Shrinking from affliction's rod , Is thy prop , -thine idol broken , -- Fondly ...
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... thou alone art changed , " answered Hope . Thou hast deceived thyself in the past just as much as I deceive others in the future . " " What is it you are disputing about ? " asked an old man , whom they had not observed before , though ...
... thou alone art changed , " answered Hope . Thou hast deceived thyself in the past just as much as I deceive others in the future . " " What is it you are disputing about ? " asked an old man , whom they had not observed before , though ...
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... thou bound away through paths of ether , Swift as " young roes upon thy mountains , Bether ? ” Turn -- turn to earth , the blinded vision fails , - We must not look beyond those sapphire veils , Which mercy spreads in beauty o'er the ...
... thou bound away through paths of ether , Swift as " young roes upon thy mountains , Bether ? ” Turn -- turn to earth , the blinded vision fails , - We must not look beyond those sapphire veils , Which mercy spreads in beauty o'er the ...
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... thou art indeed a conqueror ! gem . We give the opening passage from the poem. had ceased to think of even the possibility of any oc- curring . It was a bright sunshiny morning , the blue sky studded with those massy rolling clouds whose ...
... thou art indeed a conqueror ! gem . We give the opening passage from the poem. had ceased to think of even the possibility of any oc- curring . It was a bright sunshiny morning , the blue sky studded with those massy rolling clouds whose ...
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Página 28 - By thine Agony and bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Página 31 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Página 31 - I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them who are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died, and rose again, even so them also that sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him.
Página 153 - I am well aware that men love to hear of their power, but have an extreme disrelish to be told of their duty. This is of course because every duty is a limitation of some power. Indeed arbitrary power is so much to the depraved taste of the vulgar, of the vulgar of every description, that almost all the dissensions, which lacerate the commonwealth, are not concerning the manner in which it is to be exercised...
Página 217 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven...
Página 152 - It is a partnership in all science ; a partnership in all art ; a partnership in every virtue, and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living, those who are dead, and those who are to be born.
Página 333 - ... to lose myself for an entire night in watching the steady flame of a lamp, or the embers of a fire; to dream away whole days over the perfume of a flower; to repeat monotonously some common word, until the sound, by dint of frequent repetition, ceased to convey any idea whatever to the mind...
Página 199 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Página 13 - My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand : Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand ; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea. But none, alas ! shall mourn for me ! RICHARD HENRY WILDE.
Página 316 - Yet let my setting sun, at last, Find out the still, the rural cell, Where sage retirement loves to dwell ! There let me taste the...