Early Engagements: And Florence (a Sequel)

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Moore, Anderson, Wilstach & Keys, 1854 - 281 páginas

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Página 21 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 47 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Página 203 - Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow, And dashed it out. There was a tint of rose On cheek and lip ; — he touched the veins with ice, And the rose faded. Forth from those blue eyes There spake a wishful tenderness, — a doubt Whether to grieve or sleep, which innocence Alone can wear.
Página 99 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Página 39 - I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hill-side, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Página 68 - But love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Página 59 - Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more; 'twas much...
Página 281 - Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
Página 189 - LENORE. Ah, broken is the golden bowl ! — the spirit flown forever ! . Let the bell toll !— A saintly soul floats on the Stygian river ; And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? Weep now, or never more ! See, on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come, let the burial rite be read, the funeral song be sung ! An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young — A dirge for her the doubly dead in that...
Página 36 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...

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