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yet was that despairing look of hopeless sorrow ever vivid on his memory . . Oh !
it is a fearful thing to part with a loved one in the bloom and strength of health ; to
leave the rosy cheek and the sparkling eye ,and when next we meet , to behold ...
yet was that despairing look of hopeless sorrow ever vivid on his memory . . Oh !
it is a fearful thing to part with a loved one in the bloom and strength of health ; to
leave the rosy cheek and the sparkling eye ,and when next we meet , to behold ...
Page 146
Jessey saw the movement and the look , and throwing berself on her knees
before him , she exclaimed , “ Do not hate me Sedley , for pity ' s sake do not look
thus at me ; but , oh ! have coinpassion on me , and soothe my distracted soul .
Jessey saw the movement and the look , and throwing berself on her knees
before him , she exclaimed , “ Do not hate me Sedley , for pity ' s sake do not look
thus at me ; but , oh ! have coinpassion on me , and soothe my distracted soul .
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The look she had encountered from the young Enrico , had recalled Sedley ' s
look on the day she had parted from him , and had betrayed so much emotion . A
feeling of regret almost amounting to repining arose in her breast , as she ...
The look she had encountered from the young Enrico , had recalled Sedley ' s
look on the day she had parted from him , and had betrayed so much emotion . A
feeling of regret almost amounting to repining arose in her breast , as she ...
Page 113
... greeted sis family with cheerful and open looks ; his heart beat with warm
affection towards us ; the un shone not on a ... he falls — and we look in anguish
on the bleeding remains of what was an hour before beautiful and fraught with
life .
... greeted sis family with cheerful and open looks ; his heart beat with warm
affection towards us ; the un shone not on a ... he falls — and we look in anguish
on the bleeding remains of what was an hour before beautiful and fraught with
life .
Page 217
They look around them , and they see hands clasped in love , which are only
extended to them in pity or fear ; they behold looks of beaming affection which stir
up VOL . III . their inmost hearts - looks , which , when turned THE POET ' S ...
They look around them , and they see hands clasped in love , which are only
extended to them in pity or fear ; they behold looks of beaming affection which stir
up VOL . III . their inmost hearts - looks , which , when turned THE POET ' S ...
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Page 280 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 259 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Page 184 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 256 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 149 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Page 21 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 93 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Page 228 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Page 184 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Page 202 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...