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Page 71 - Ran from her eyes. But when the sun grew low And the hill shadows long, she threw herself From the steep rock and perished. There was scooped, Upon the mountain's southern slope, a grave ; And there they laid her, in the very garb With which the maiden decked herself for death, With the same withering wild flowers in her hair.
Page 71 - And scattered in the furrows lie The weapons of his rest ; And there, in the loose sand, is thrown Of his large arm the mouldering bone. Ah, little thought the strong and brave Who bore their lifeless chieftain forth — Or the young wife, that weeping gave Her first-born to the earth, That the pale race, who waste us now, Among their bones should guide the plough.
Page 83 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Page 65 - You alone suffice to shatter into dust the haughty creeds of the Misanthrope and Pharisee ! And your fidelity to my erring self has taught me ever to love, to serve, to compassionate, to respect, the community of God's creatures to which — noble and elevated though you are — you yet belong...
Page 69 - It is a fearful thing To stand upon the beetling verge, and see Where storm and lightning, from that huge gray wall, Have tumbled down vast blocks, and at the base Dashed them in fragments, and to lay thine ear Over the dizzy depth, and hear the sound Of winds that struggle with the woods below, Come up like ocean murmurs.
Page 67 - Maltravers once inore entered upon the career so long suspended. He entered with an energy more practical and steadfast than the fitful enthusiasm of former years. And it was noticeable amongst those who knew him well, that while the firmness of his mind was not impaired, the haughtiness of his temper was subdued. No longer despising Man as he is, and no longer ex-acting from all things the ideal of a visionary standard, he was more fitted to mix in the living World, and to minister usefully to the...
Page 72 - To visit where their fathers' bones are laid, Yet tell the sorrowful tale, and to this day The mountain where the hapless maiden died Is called the Mountain of the Monument.
Page 71 - Come up like ocean murmurs. But the scene Is lovely round ; a beautiful river there Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads, The paradise he made unto himself, Mining the soil for ages. On each side The fields swell upward to the hills; beyond, Above the hills, in the blue distance, rise The mighty columns with which earth props heaven.
Page 90 - ... (which some count strength), as of a cramp: really a most poor sea-green individual in spectacles; meant by Nature for a Methodist parson of the stricter sort, to doom men who departed from the written confession; to chop fruitless shrill logic; to contend, and suspect, and ineffectually wrestle and wriggle...