Lord Morcar of Hereward: A Romance of the Times of William the Conqueror, Volume 4

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Page 198 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 30 - The sword which had defied The mightiest, lay broken near ; And yet no sign or sound of fear Came from that lip of pride ; And never king or conqueror's brow Wore higher look than his did now.
Page 187 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 207 - Oh ! I could talk to thee for ever. Thus Eternally admiring, fix and gaze On those dear eyes ; for every glance they send Darts through my soul, and almost gives enjoyment.
Page 45 - And friends may meet in moments gay, And the dancing heart keep holiday ; Yet oh ! far oftener must it bear Its solitary load of care, Aching in anguish deep and lone, For many a lov'd and loving one. — I'll not believe that at his birth To Man such sympathies were given ; But that their joys, so few on Earth, Might be renew'd in Heaven. Then tell not me — it cannot be, That Death, my love, may alter thee.
Page 95 - ... of hell ; While all around fell woes appear, Sharp Pain, and moody Hate, and self-avoiding Fear. To thee is sweet the lonely heart That owns no tie of love on earth, To ease it from the frequent smart That lurks beneath the veil of mirth ; Upon whose drear and desert state, Not one last ling'ring ray may wait, Of all that once was precious here, Of all that beauty gave, or happiness made dear.
Page 45 - To some far-distant home? Though many an hour of love and mirth May cheer man's spirit here on earth, And friends may meet in moments gay, And the dancing heart keep holiday ; Yet oh ! far oftener must it bear Its solitary load of care, Aching in anguish deep and lone, For many a loved and loving one.

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