Strangers and pilgrims, by the author of 'Lady Audley's secret'.J. Maxwell, 1873 |
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Pagina 170 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 215 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole. Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer, king, creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Pagina 259 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
Pagina 229 - And the dove mourn'd on apace ; No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek Rose up to show me his place. O last love ! O first love ! My love with the true, true heart, To think I have come to this your home, And yet — we are apart! My love ! He stood at my right hand, His eyes were grave and sweet ; Methought he said :
Pagina 214 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. When day is gane and night is come, And a...
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Pagina 55 - Oh, never become acquainted with the other ! Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast : the one would fain separate itself from the other. The one clings, with persevering fondness, to the world, with organs like cramps of steel : the other lifts itself energetically from the mist to the realms of an exalted ancestry.
Pagina 157 - J'y regardais une place chérie, Tiède encor d'un baiser brûlant; Et je songeais comme la femme oublie, Et je sentais un lambeau de ma vie Qui se déchirait lentement.
Pagina 236 - I'm weary of my part. My torch is out; and the world stands before me Like a black desert at the approach of night : I'll lay me down, and stray no farther on.
Pagina 71 - Tis what he merits from us, yet th' attempt Were dangerous, he is still the people's idol. Marg. And so perhaps shall Marg'ret be ; applause Waits on success ; the fickle multitude, Like the light straw that floats along the stream, Glide with the current still and follow fortune.