Under-currents

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J.B. Lippincott Company, 1888 - 377 pages
 

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Page 300 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My...
Page 109 - 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.
Page 348 - Gan thunder, and both ends of heaven ; the clouds, From many a horrid rift, abortive pour'd Fierce rain with lightning...
Page 319 - I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
Page 17 - A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pygmy body to decay; And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Page 37 - Severe decrees may keep our tongues in awe ; But to our thoughts, what edict can give law ? Even you yourself, to your own breast, shall tell Your crimes ; and your own conscience be your hell.
Page 25 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand; Emblems of our own great resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land.
Page 155 - twas madness to declare this truth : And yet, 'twere baseness to deny my love. 'Tis true, my hopes are vanishing as clouds ; Lighter than children's bubbles blown by winds : My merit's but the rash result of chance ; My birth unequal ; all the stars against me...
Page 132 - But there cannot indeed live a more unhappy creature than an ill-natured old man, who is neither capable of receiving pleasures, nor sensible of doing them to others ; and, in such a condition, it is time to leave them.
Page 124 - He giveth His beloved sleep." O earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delved gold, the wailers heap! O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall I God strikes a silence through you all, And "giveth His beloved sleep.

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