Hugh Crichton's romance, by the author of 'Lady Betty'.Macmillan, 1875 |
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Page 280 - BRIEF life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there.
Page 45 - For there is no friend like a sister, In calm or stormy weather, To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands.
Page 205 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love...
Page 268 - Before the daisy grows a common flower, Before the sun has power To scorch the world up in his noontide hour. There is no time like Spring, Like Spring that passes by ; There is no life like Spring-life born to die...
Page 94 - Is the gift of few: These few say (or did I dream it?) That true Love abides In these very things, but always Has a soul besides. Lives among the false loves, knowing Just their peace and strife: Bears the self-same look, but always Has an inner life. Only a true heart can find it, True as it is true, Only eyes as clear and tender Look it through and through. If it dies, it will not perish By Time's slow decay, True Love only grows (they tell me) Stronger, day by day...
Page 94 - ... True Love only grows (they tell me) Stronger, day by day : Pain — has been its friend and comrade; Fate — it can defy ; Only by its own sword, sometimes Love can choose to die. And its grave shall be more noble And more sacred still, Than a throne, where one less worthy Reigns and rules at will. Tell me then, do you dare offer This true Love to me ? ... Neither you nor I can answer; We will — wait and see ! GOLDEN WORDS.
Page 113 - When all the world was young, lad, And all the trees were green, When all the geese were swans, lad, And every lass a queen.
Page 271 - If you do, I will scratch you out of the pedigree!" " Huzza, then, for Australasia ! " " Well, well, well," said my uncle, " With a smile on his lip, and a tear in his eye; " "the old sea-king's blood will force its way— a soldier or a rover, there is no other choice for you. We shall mourn and miss you ; but who can chain the young eagles to the eyrie ? " I had a harder task with my father, who at first seemed to listen to me as if I had been talking of an excursion...