LucileChapman and Hall, 1860 - 361 páginas |
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... appear'd argent , to one appear'd gold , To him , ever lingering on Doubt's dizzy margent , Appear'd in one moment both golden and argent . The man who seeks one thing in life , and but one , May hope to achieve it before life be done ...
... appear'd argent , to one appear'd gold , To him , ever lingering on Doubt's dizzy margent , Appear'd in one moment both golden and argent . The man who seeks one thing in life , and but one , May hope to achieve it before life be done ...
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... appear'd in her life A puzzle , a mystery - something at strife With such men , which yet thrall'd and enchain'd them in part , And , perplexing the fancy , still haunted the heart . That intensity , earnestness , depth , or veracity ...
... appear'd in her life A puzzle , a mystery - something at strife With such men , which yet thrall'd and enchain'd them in part , And , perplexing the fancy , still haunted the heart . That intensity , earnestness , depth , or veracity ...
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... appear'd to bequeath ( Reveal'd now and then , though but rarely , beneath That outward repose that conceal'd it in her ) A something half wild to her strange character . The old nurse with the orphan , a while broken - hearted , At the ...
... appear'd to bequeath ( Reveal'd now and then , though but rarely , beneath That outward repose that conceal'd it in her ) A something half wild to her strange character . The old nurse with the orphan , a while broken - hearted , At the ...
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... appear'd An amiable irony . Laughing , she rear'd The temple of reason , with ever a touch Of light scorn at her work , reveal'd only so much As there gleams , in the thyrsus that Bacchanals bear , Thro ' the blooms of a garland the ...
... appear'd An amiable irony . Laughing , she rear'd The temple of reason , with ever a touch Of light scorn at her work , reveal'd only so much As there gleams , in the thyrsus that Bacchanals bear , Thro ' the blooms of a garland the ...
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... appear'd . Her back to the window was turn'd . As he near'd The sofa , her face from the glass was reflected . Her dark eyes were fix'd on the ground . Pale , dejected , And lost in profound meditation she seem'd . Softly , silently ...
... appear'd . Her back to the window was turn'd . As he near'd The sofa , her face from the glass was reflected . Her dark eyes were fix'd on the ground . Pale , dejected , And lost in profound meditation she seem'd . Softly , silently ...
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd aught beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow cheek cher Countess COUSIN JOHN dark dear deep door doubt dream droop'd Duc de Luvois Duke earth emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd gaze genius hand hath head heard heart heaven hope lady life's light lips live lone look look'd LORD ALFRED Lucile de Nevers man's Matilda milord motley fool murmur'd Neath night nosegay o'er once pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion perchance reach'd regret replied return'd reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd sense Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile Sœur Seraphine soft sorrow soul star strange strife sweet tears thee things thou thought thro truth turn'd Twas Twixt vex'd voice watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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Página 45 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Página 99 - Which the black cloud unbosom'd just now. Lo ! the lurching And shivering pine-trees, like phantoms, that seem To waver above, in the dark ; and yon stream, How it hurries and roars, on its way to the white And paralyzed lake there...
Página 98 - With dread voices of power. A roused million or more Of wild echoes reluctantly rise from their hoar Immemorial ambush, and roll in the wake Of the cloud, whose reflection leaves vivid the lake.
Página 296 - Round him, to rend Or resist, the dread Powers he displaces attend, By the cradle which Nature, amidst the stern shocks That have shattered creation, and shapen it, rocks. He leaps with a wail into being ; and lo : His own mother, fierce Nature herself, is his foe. Her whirlwinds are roused into wrath o'er his head : 'Neath his feet roll her earthquakes : her solitudes spread To daunt him : her forces dispute his command : Her snows fall to freeze him : her suns burn to brand : Her seas yawn to engulf...
Página 310 - Who is not of the living nor yet of the dead : ' To thee, and to others, alive yet' — she said — ' So long as there liveth the poor gift in me ' Of this ministration : to them, and to thee, ' Dead in all things beside. A French Nun, whose vocation ' Is now by this bedside. A nun hath no nation. ' Wherever man suffers, or woman may soothe, ' There her land ! there her kindred !' She bent down to smoothe The hot pillow, and added — ' Yet more than another ' Is thy life dear to me. For thy father,...
Página 258 - Sit down ! A fortnight ago a report about town Made me most apprehensive. Alas, and alas ! I at once wrote and warn'd you. Well, now let that pass. A run on the Bank about five days ago Confirm'd my forebodings too terribly, though. I drove down to the city at once : found the door Of the Bank close : the Bank had stopp'd payment at four.
Página 108 - ... And fall back on the lap of a false destiny. So it will be, so has been, since this world began ! And the happiest, noblest, and best part of man Is the part which he never hath fully...
Página 284 - Statics : life's stress Needs scope, not contraction ! what rests ? to wear out At some dark northern court an existence, no doubt, In wretched and paltry intrigues for a cause As hopeless as is my own life ! By the laws Of a fate I can neither control nor dispute, I am what I am ! " VIII. For a while she was mute. Then she answer'd, " We are our own fates. Our own deeds Are our doomsmen. Man's life was made not for men's creeds, But men's actions. And, Due de Luvois, I might say That all life attests,...
Página 62 - She crush' d not the nettle ; For she could not ; nor would she avoid it : she tried With the weak hand of woman to thrust it aside, And it stung her. A woman is too slight a thing To trample the world without feeling its sting.