The KeepsakeHurst, Chance and Company, 1843 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 37 - Alas ! the love of women ! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing ; For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, And if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring To them but mockeries of the past alone...
Pagina 106 - O'er life's uncertain wave, And many a thorny thicket grow Between us and the grave. But darker still the spot appears Where thunder-clouds have burst Upon our green unblighted years — No grief is like the first. Our first-born joy, perchance 'twas vain, Yet, that brief lightning o'er, The heart indeed may hope again, But can rejoice no more. Life hath no glory to bestow Like it — unfallen, uncursed; There may be many an after-glow, But nothing like the first.
Pagina 107 - Of those that blessed us first. Its first love, deep in memory, The heart for ever bears ; For that was early given, and free — Life's wheat without the tares. It may be death hath buried deep, It may be fate hath cursed ; But yet no later love can keep The greenness of the first. And thus, whate'er our onward way, The lights or shadows cast Upon the dawning of our day Are with us to the last. But ah ! the morning breaks no more On us, at once it burst, For future springs can ne'er restore The...
Pagina 106 - The first, the first !— oh ! naught like it Our after years can bring ; For summer hath no flowers as sweet As those of early spring. The earliest storm that strips the tree, Still wildest seems, and worst ; Whate'er hath been again may be, But never as at first.
Pagina 235 - Thus fifteen summers, every day, I tended her and them, I watched the opening of the bud, the shooting of the stem ; And when her childly laughter turned to silent maiden smiles, I felt in Heaven whene'er she passed, and scarce on earth the whiles. How could I ever think to leave The old Manorial Hall ! One day when Autumn's last delights were nipped by early cold, It fell like Death upon mine ear that she was bought and sold...
Pagina 107 - The heart for ever bears ; For that was early given and free — Life's wheat without the tares. It may be death hath buried deep — It may be fate hath cursed — But yet no later love can keep The greenness of the first. And thus, whate'er our onward way, The lights and shadows cast Upon the dawning of our day Are with us to the last.
Pagina 168 - Nay," replied he, ** if I muft " march out of the place, it fhall be over a bridge " of the dead bodies of the enemy.
Pagina 168 - It was said of Bayard by the military men of his time, that he assaulted like a greyhound, defended himself like a lion, and retreated like a wolf, which always retires from its pursuers with its face towards them.
Pagina 168 - Bayard, making an effort to recover some strength, leaned forward toward the Constable, and said, in a firm tone of voice, " For God's sake, my lord, do not have any pity for me, but rather keep it for yourself, who are fighting against your allegiance and your sovereign, while I am dying for my sovereign and my allegiance.
Pagina 167 - La vertu et la sagesse, qui ne craignent ni pluie, ni vent, ni tempête, ni force d'homme" ("Valour and virtue, which fear neither rain, nor storm, nor tempest, nor the strength of man"). Bayard was taken prisoner at Guinegate, and very courteously treated by Henry VIII., who, struck by admiration of his character, proposed to him to enter his service.