Musgrave, and other tales, Volume 1;Volume 464

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Pagina 141 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
Pagina 116 - ... we give thee hearty thanks for the good examples of all those thy servants, who, having finished their course in faith, do now rest from their labours.
Pagina 26 - Is it well to wish thee happy? — having known me — to decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine!
Pagina 70 - Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry. Baby lips will laugh me down: my latest rival brings thee rest. Baby fingers, waxen touches, press me from the mother's breast.
Pagina 70 - Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou art staring at the wall, Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shadows rise and fall. Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to his drunken sleep, To thy widow'd marriage-pillows, to the tears that thou wilt weep. Thou shalt hear the 'Never, never...
Pagina 45 - ... same. Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling couldst thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake : Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart be still, or break.
Pagina 248 - When Masons' mystic word an' grip, In storms an' tempests raise you up, Some cock or cat your rage maun stop, Or, strange to tell ! The youngest Brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell. Lang syne, in Eden's bonie yard, When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, An...
Pagina 115 - And hear the fourfold river as it murmurs by. They hear it sweep In distance down the dark and savage vale ; But they at rocky bed, or current deep, Shall never more grow pale ; They hear, and meekly muse, as fain to know How long untired, unspent, that giant stream shall flow.
Pagina 115 - They are at rest ! WE may not stir the heaven of their repose By rude invoking voice, or prayer addrest In waywardness to those Who in the mountain grots of Eden lie.

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