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Pagina 27 - The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best ! Mir.
Pagina 218 - twas brought, and by her placed. She looked upon its face, that neither smiled Nor wept, nor knew who gazed upon't ; and laid Her hand upon its little breast, and sought For it, with look that seemed to penetrate The heavens, unutterable blessings, such As God to dying parents only granted, For infants left behind them in the world. " God keep my child !" we heard her say, and heard No more.
Pagina 27 - The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage 50 Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,* And put it to the foil :* but you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best!
Pagina 312 - Das Herz ist gestorben, die Welt ist leer, Und weiter giebt sie dem Wunsche nichts mehr. Du Heilige, rufe dein Kind zuriick, Ich habe genossen das irdische Gliick, Ich habe gelebt und geliebet.
Pagina 254 - ... at least, he loved us English ; then he had reason to love us ; for we made a pet of him ; and a pet in a cause which would yet make his bones stir in the grave — in the national cause of Prussia against France. I have often wondered that he did not go mad with the fumes of gratified vengeance. Revenge is a luxury, to those who can rejoice in it at all, so inebriating that possibly a man would be equally liable to madness from the perfect gratification of his vindictive hatred or its perfect...
Pagina 270 - O let me not (quoth he) then turne againe Backe to the world, whose joyes so fruitlesse are; But let me here for aye in peace remaine, Or streight way on that last long voyage fare, That nothing may my present hope empare.
Pagina 219 - For this he still lives on, careless of all The wreaths that glory on his path lets fall ; For this alone exists — like lightning- fire To speed one bolt of vengeance, and expire...
Pagina 165 - Clamabit ad me, et ego exaudiam eum : * cum ipso sum in tribulatione, eripiam eum et glorificabo eum.
Pagina 47 - And thou, The star of home, who in thy gentleness On the harsh nature of usurping man Benign enchantment canst so deeply smile, — Soft as a dew-fall from the brow of eve, Or moonlight shedding beauty on the storm, — Woman ! when love has wreck'd thy...