Temple Bar, Volume 12Ward and Lock, 1864 |
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... heart . I cannot talk of these things to you . There is a kind of pro- fanation in such a discussion . I can only tell you that I came back to England with a rooted purpose in my mind . Do not thrust your- self upon me ; you have done ...
... heart . I cannot talk of these things to you . There is a kind of pro- fanation in such a discussion . I can only tell you that I came back to England with a rooted purpose in my mind . Do not thrust your- self upon me ; you have done ...
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... heart . Roland's disease was past the cure of philosophy . What chance have Friar Lawrence and philosophy ever had against Miss Capulet's Grecian nose and dark Italian eyes , the balmy air of a warm Southern night , the low harmonious ...
... heart . Roland's disease was past the cure of philosophy . What chance have Friar Lawrence and philosophy ever had against Miss Capulet's Grecian nose and dark Italian eyes , the balmy air of a warm Southern night , the low harmonious ...
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... heart . She wanted to run away all at once , and never see Mr. Lansdell again . Her heart would break , as a matter of course ; but how infinitely preferable to shame would be a broken heart and early death with an appropriate tombstone ...
... heart . She wanted to run away all at once , and never see Mr. Lansdell again . Her heart would break , as a matter of course ; but how infinitely preferable to shame would be a broken heart and early death with an appropriate tombstone ...
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... heart's con- tent ! My soul is as much above them as the eagle soaring sunward is above the sheep that stare up at him from the valleys . I have set my foot upon the fiery ploughshare , but my darling shall be carried across it ...
... heart's con- tent ! My soul is as much above them as the eagle soaring sunward is above the sheep that stare up at him from the valleys . I have set my foot upon the fiery ploughshare , but my darling shall be carried across it ...
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... heart ! " Mrs. Gilbert's face grew crimson as she bent over a sheet of paper on which the words ' despair ' and ' prayer , ' ' breath ' and ' death , ' were twisted into a heartrending rhyme . Ah , this was a part of the shame and ...
... heart ! " Mrs. Gilbert's face grew crimson as she bent over a sheet of paper on which the words ' despair ' and ' prayer , ' ' breath ' and ' death , ' were twisted into a heartrending rhyme . Ah , this was a part of the shame and ...
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Page 81 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 84 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 145 - MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow oft beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Page 193 - Thus this brook has conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean; and thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over.
Page 341 - Let them be free, marry them to your heirs? Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be season'd with such viands? You will answer The slaves are ours.
Page 147 - O that I had wings like a dove : for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Page 151 - BARD'S EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a sigh. Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer...
Page 152 - Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name...
Page 154 - ALL through the sultry hours of June, From morning blithe to golden noon, And till the star of evening climbs The gray-blue East, a world too soon, There sings a Thrush amid the limes.
Page 246 - Retirement then might hourly look Upon a soothing scene, Age steal to his allotted nook Contented and serene ; With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, In frosty moonlight glistening ; Or mountain rivers, where they creep Along a channel smooth and deep, To their own far-off murmurs listening.