Novels, Volum 16

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Estes and Lauriat, 1891
 

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Side 381 - Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Side 48 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Side 7 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Side 318 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye : And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky : There eke the soft delights, that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast.
Side 53 - There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time : For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime. And eke at once the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits...
Side 26 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Side 144 - Here stillness, height, and solemn shade Invite, and contemplation aid: Here nymphs from hollow oaks relate The dark decrees and will of fate, And dreams beneath the spreading beech Inspire, and docile fancy teach; While soft as breezy breath of wind, Impulses rustle through the mind: Here Dryads, scorning Phoebus

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