Lady Willoughby: Or, the Double Marriage, Volume 2

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Hurst and Blackett, 1855

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Page 249 - Behold, all ye that kindle a fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks : walk in the light of your fire, and in the sparks that ye have kindled. This shall ye have of mine hand ; ye shall lie down in sorrow.
Page 230 - ... of tone, As shows how much those lips that name adore. She dreams of one who shall her loss deplore With the unbridled anguish of despair ; Whose forest-wanderings by her side are o'er, But to whose heart one braid of her black hair Were worth the world's best throne and all its treasures rare. The shadow of his eyes is on her soul — His passionate eyes, that held her in such love ! Which love she answered, scorning all control Of reasoning thoughts which tranquil bosoms move. No lengthened...
Page 258 - Can I love thee, my beloved, — can I love thee? And is this like love, to stand With no help in my hand, When strong as death I fain would watch above thee ? My love-kiss can deny No...
Page 47 - Learn to win a lady's faith Nobly, as the thing is high, Bravely, as for life and death, With a loyal gravity. Lead her from the festive boards, Point her to the starry skies, Guard her, by your truthful words, Pure from courtship's flatteries. By your truth she shall be true, Ever true, as wives of yore; And her yes, once said to you, SHALL be Yes for evermore.
Page 111 - m wretched, Edward ! to the very heart ; I see an unreached heaven of young desire Shine through my hopeless tears. My drooping sails Flap idly 'gainst the mast of my intent. I rot upon the waters when my prow Should grate the golden isles.
Page 240 - And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green...
Page 25 - Lift, lift ma up By thy sweet inspiration, as the tide Lifts up a stranded boat upon the beach. I will go forth 'mong men, not mailed in scorn, But in the armour of a pure intent, Great duties are before me, and great songs, And whether crowned or crownlcss, when I fall, It matters not, so as God's work is done.
Page 287 - Who hold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet ; One little hour ! and then, away they speed On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam, To meet no more. We have been foolish, Walter ! I would to God that I had never known This secret of thy heart, or else had met thee Years before this.
Page 248 - Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the markets overflow. I have but an angry fancy: what is that which I should do?

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