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Page 46 - O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...
Page 171 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
Page 171 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 76 - Land ! O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ! L
Page 171 - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; My days which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
Page 143 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 211 - Look not mournfully into the past: it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present: it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Page 128 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover ? Prythee, why so pale ? Will, if looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail ? • Prythee, why so pale ? Why so dull and mute, young sinner ? Prythee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't ? Prythee, why so mute ? Quit, quit, for shame ! this will not move, This cannot take her ; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her : The D— 1 take her ! SirJ.
Page 28 - The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye ; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only ; as God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice, and in the voice from the burning bush.
Page 68 - HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below ; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's ciimsoii glow." " Well have I seen that castle, That Castle by the Sea, And the moon above it standing, And the mist rise solemnly.