The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volum 18Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... heart , by sorrow taught , Calm each wild wish , each idle fear . Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ; The sun shines bright , and man is gay , Thy equal mercy spreads the gloom That darkens o'er his little day . Full many a throb of grief ...
... heart , by sorrow taught , Calm each wild wish , each idle fear . Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ; The sun shines bright , and man is gay , Thy equal mercy spreads the gloom That darkens o'er his little day . Full many a throb of grief ...
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... heart still warmly beat , yet not be true . Love not , love not ! Love not , love not ! O warning vainly said , In present years as in the years gone by ; Love flings a halo round the dear one's head , Faultless , immortal - till they ...
... heart still warmly beat , yet not be true . Love not , love not ! Love not , love not ! O warning vainly said , In present years as in the years gone by ; Love flings a halo round the dear one's head , Faultless , immortal - till they ...
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... heart denies a second Spring . THE KING OF DENMARK'S ride . Word was brought to the Danish king ( Hurry ! ) That the love of his heart lay suffering , And pined for the comfort his voice would bring ; ( Oh , ride as though you were ...
... heart denies a second Spring . THE KING OF DENMARK'S ride . Word was brought to the Danish king ( Hurry ! ) That the love of his heart lay suffering , And pined for the comfort his voice would bring ; ( Oh , ride as though you were ...
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... hearts . He is little read to - day , and his influence has materially de- creased . This philosophy , however reclothed with bewitching colors , affirming itself the more that it does not seek to prove itself , will always hold a place ...
... hearts . He is little read to - day , and his influence has materially de- creased . This philosophy , however reclothed with bewitching colors , affirming itself the more that it does not seek to prove itself , will always hold a place ...
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... heart now . Your Honorable this and your Judge that cannot bring the flash of pride to his pallid clay . " But friendly hands shall be the last to touch his bier . No stranger shall bear my friend away to his grave , for I will carry ...
... heart now . Your Honorable this and your Judge that cannot bring the flash of pride to his pallid clay . " But friendly hands shall be the last to touch his bier . No stranger shall bear my friend away to his grave , for I will carry ...
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Side 447 - ... prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted, On this home by horror haunted, — tell me truly, I implore, Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore !
Side 439 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Side 476 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Side 472 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Side 443 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Side 447 - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Side 237 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 449 - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
Side 477 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Side 449 - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.