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Page 111 - Be full, ye courts, be great who will; Search for Peace with all your skill: Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor, In vain ye search, she is not there; In vain ye search the domes of Care! Grass and flowers Quiet treads, On the meads, and mountain-heads, Along with Pleasure, close allied, Ever by each other's side: And often, by the murmuring rill, Hears the thrush, while all is still, Within the groves of Grongar Hill.
Page 133 - How many bright eyes grow dim— how many soft cheeks grow pale— how many lovely forms fade away into the tomb, and none can tell the cause that blighted their loveliness! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side, and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals, so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the pangs of wounded affection.
Page 238 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 224 - Anemones, that spangled every grove, The primrose wan, and harebell mildly blue. No more shall violets linger in the dell, Or purple orchis variegate the plain, Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, And dress with humid hands her wreaths again. Ah, poor humanity ! so frail, so fair, ; \ Are the fond visions of thy early day, " Till tyrant passion, and corrosive care, ^ Bid all thy fairy colours fade away ! Another May new buds and flowers shall bring ; Ah ! why has happiness no second spring...
Page 232 - Love various minds does variously inspire : It stirs in gentle bosoms gentle fire, Like that of incense on the altar laid ; But raging flames tempestuous souls invade : A fire which every windy passion blows, . With pride it mounts, or with revenge it glows.
Page 135 - Look for her, after a little while, and you find friendship weeping over her untimely grave, and wondering that one, who but lately glowed with all the radiance of health and beauty, should so speedily be brought down to "darkness and the worm.
Page 296 - TOO late I stayed, forgive the crime, — Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers!
Page 220 - Of a mere lifeless, violated form: While those whom love cements in holy faith And equal transport, free as Nature live, Disdaining fear. What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all! Who in each other clasp whatever fair High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish; Something than beauty dearer, should they look Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face — Truth, goodness, honour, harmony, and love, The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Page 135 - The most delicate and cherishing attentions were paid her by families of wealth and distinction. She was led into society, and they tried by all kinds of occupation and amusement to dissipate her grief, and wean her from the tragical story of her loves. But it was all in vain. There are some strokes of calamity that scathe and scorch the soul — that penetrate to the vital seat of happiness — and blast it, never again to put forth bud or blossom.