Below the Salt, Volum 1

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Chapman & Hall, 1876

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Side 49 - I shall be soon. Beyond the parting and the meeting I shall be soon; Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Beyond this pulse's fever beating, I shall be soon.
Side 288 - But what's the loss of treasure To losing of my dear ? Should you some coast be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow, You'd find a richer maiden, But none that loves you so.
Side 63 - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
Side 281 - Twas even thine, beloved woman mild ! So for the Mother's sake the Child was dear, And dearer was the Mother for the Child.
Side 280 - There is no sentiment more natural to thoughtful minds than that of reverence for childhood. Many sources both of mystery and love meet in the infant life. A being so fresh from non-existence seems to promise us some tidings of the origin of souls : a being so visibly pressing forward into the future, makes us think of their tendency. While we look on the ' child as father of the man...
Side 263 - Faith is not built on disquisitions vain; The things we must believe are few and plain: But since men will believe more than they need, And every man will make himself a creed...
Side 303 - And are ye sure the news is true? And are ye sure he's weel ? Is this a time to think o
Side 265 - ve priests To turn him out, and exorcists, Supply'd with spiritual provision, And magazines of ammunition ; With crosses, relics, crucifixes, Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes; The tools of working out salvation By mere mechanic operation, With holy water, like a sluice, To overflow all avenues.
Side 212 - ... falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. ' Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For Thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
Side 270 - Bove Galen's diet, or Hippoc'rates' : Strive to live well ; tread in the upright ways, And rather count thy actions than thy days ; Then thou hast lived enough amongst us here ; For every day well spent I count a year. Live well, and then, how soon soe'er thou die, Thou art of age to claim eternity.

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