Gems of Literature, Or Tales for All Times: Being a Selection from the Most Admired WritersJ. Robertson, 1840 |
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... dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest , Far in the cedar shade . The sea , the blue lone sea , hath one , He lies where pearls lie deep ; He was the loved of all , yet none O'er his low bed may weep . One sleeps where ...
... dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest , Far in the cedar shade . The sea , the blue lone sea , hath one , He lies where pearls lie deep ; He was the loved of all , yet none O'er his low bed may weep . One sleeps where ...
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... dark eyes of mine , about which the women rave so unmercifully , " said the young Fitzclarence , as , after an absence of two years , he came once more in sight of his native vil- lage of Malhamdale . He stood upon the neigh- bouring ...
... dark eyes of mine , about which the women rave so unmercifully , " said the young Fitzclarence , as , after an absence of two years , he came once more in sight of his native vil- lage of Malhamdale . He stood upon the neigh- bouring ...
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... unto you , and if you say that before God , and in your own soul , you believe me guilty , then will I go away out into the dark night , and , long before morning , my troubles will be at an THE LOVER'S LAST VISIT . 79.
... unto you , and if you say that before God , and in your own soul , you believe me guilty , then will I go away out into the dark night , and , long before morning , my troubles will be at an THE LOVER'S LAST VISIT . 79.
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... bloom When all around Breathes of sepulchral gloom And grief profound ; - Like to some sunny gleam In Life's dark sky , Or a remembered dream Of bliss gone by ! THE BLACK POCKET - BOOK . THE kingdom of Fife To a Primrose in a Churchyard,
... bloom When all around Breathes of sepulchral gloom And grief profound ; - Like to some sunny gleam In Life's dark sky , Or a remembered dream Of bliss gone by ! THE BLACK POCKET - BOOK . THE kingdom of Fife To a Primrose in a Churchyard,
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... dark form of memory dwell , Be it mantled from thy sight- Good night ! Joy be thine ! Kind looks o'er thy slumbers shine : Go , and in the spirit - land Meet thy home's long parted band , Be their eyes all love and light- Good night ...
... dark form of memory dwell , Be it mantled from thy sight- Good night ! Joy be thine ! Kind looks o'er thy slumbers shine : Go , and in the spirit - land Meet thy home's long parted band , Be their eyes all love and light- Good night ...
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Page 139 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 220 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Page 175 - To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this ! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Page 175 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew...
Page 40 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount and stream and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight: Where are those dreamers now?
Page 83 - Dhas went down like a lump o' lead afore we wor many sthrokes o' the oar away from her. " Well, we dhrifted away all that night, and next mornin...
Page 19 - Twas morning's winged dream ; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Page 175 - And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Page 85 - Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld — well, at the brake o' day the sun riz most beautiful out o' the waves, that was as bright as silver and as clear as cryshthal. But it was only the more crule upon uz, for we wor beginnin...
Page 236 - I'm weary and must sleep ! Who was it called my name ? — Nay, do not weep. You'll all come soon !" Morning spread over earth her rosy wings — And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale, Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window, freighted with The...