Trevelyan, Volumes 1-2

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Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1834 - England

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Page 143 - I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins : return unto me ; for I have redeemed thee.
Page 130 - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do. Thy husband's blest— and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass— Oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! When late I saw thy favourite child I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Page 1 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 16 - Endearing, gen'rous, bountiful and kind ; Vain, fanciful, and fond of worthless praise ; Courteous and gentle, proud and magnificent : And yet these adverse qualities in thee, No dissonance, nor striking contrast make ; For still thy good and amiable gifts The sober dignity of virtue wear not, And such a 'witching mien thy follies show, They make a very idiot of reproof, And smile it to disgrace.
Page 32 - On his bold visage, middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth, And fiery vehemence of youth; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire...
Page 188 - Twas his, who, mourned by many, sleeps below. The sunny temper, bright where all is strife, — The simple heart that mocks at worldly wiles; Light wit, that plays along the calm of life ; And stirs its languid surface into smiles...
Page 180 - twill be, when I am gone, That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet ev'ning bells ! SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES.
Page 72 - I adore thee, love thee, worship thee ! (Victoria looks haughty and displeased.) Ah ! pardon me, I know not what I say. Ah ! frown not thus ! I cannot see thee frown. I'll do whate'er thou wilt, I will be silent ; But O ! a reined tongue, and bursting heart, Are hard at once to bear ! will thou forgive me ? Viet.
Page 188 - The happy grateful spirit that improves, And brightens every gift by fortune given, That wander where it will with those it loves, Makes every place a home, and home a heaven. All these were his. — Oh ! thou who read'st this stone, When for thyself, thy children, to the sky Thou humbly prayest, ask this boon alone, — That ye, like him may live, like him may die.

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