De Clifford; or Passion more powerful than reason, Volumes 3-4

Front Cover

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 134 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Page 51 - THE PAINTER'S LAST WORK.1 Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of life, while I can feel thy dear caress; And when this heart hath ceased to beat, oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just — Oh ! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hope of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs when I am laid in dust!
Page 177 - Then are they glad, because they are at rest, and so He bringeth them unto the haven where they would be. 0 that men would therefore praise the Lord for his goodness, and declare the wonders that He doeth for the children of men.
Page 176 - My song shall be alway of the loving-kindness of the Lord : With my mouth will I ever be shewing thy truth from one generation to another.
Page 169 - Tis Waldegrave's self, of Waldegrave come to tell !" A burst of joy the father's lips declare, But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell ; At once his open arms...
Page 239 - Bursts thro' the cypress-walk, the convent-cell, Oft will her warm and wayward heart revive, To love and joy still tremblingly alive ; The Whispered vow, the chaste caress prolong, Weave the light dance and swell the choral song ; With rapt ear drink the enchanting serenade, And, as it melts along the moonlight-glade, To each soft note return as soft a sigh, And bless the youth that bids her slumbers fly.
Page 239 - Still thro' the gloom thy star serenely glows : Like yon fair orb, she gilds the brow of night With the mild magic of reflected light. The beauteous maid, who bids the world adieu, Oft of that world will snatch a fond review; Oft at the shrine neglect her beads, to trace Some social scene, some dear, familiar face : And ere with iron tongue, the vesper-bell Bursts thro...
Page 60 - There is nearly as much ability requisite to know how to make use of good advice, as to know how to act for one's self. We may give advice ; but we cannot give conduct. We are never made so ridiculous by the qualities we have, as by those we affect to have.
Page 22 - And in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?

Bibliographic information