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At this moment an ecstatic smile parted the lips as heavenly mercy descended
into his soul ; but the smile of cutting scorn or softest tenderness seemed equally
familiar to its proud formation . The rest of the features were regular and finely ...
At this moment an ecstatic smile parted the lips as heavenly mercy descended
into his soul ; but the smile of cutting scorn or softest tenderness seemed equally
familiar to its proud formation . The rest of the features were regular and finely ...
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ing for the undutiful son ; and this worthless son , at the awful moment when his
father ' s soul took Alight , was sitting in a noted gambling house , where he had
passed the night , and where the morning sun shone upon him , baggard and ...
ing for the undutiful son ; and this worthless son , at the awful moment when his
father ' s soul took Alight , was sitting in a noted gambling house , where he had
passed the night , and where the morning sun shone upon him , baggard and ...
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his errors unabsolved , and his soul unprepared for the sudden summons . Could
it be , that the cheerful voice which had so lately greeted him was hushed for ever
, the clear blue eye quenched in death , and the elastic frame stretched in stiff ...
his errors unabsolved , and his soul unprepared for the sudden summons . Could
it be , that the cheerful voice which had so lately greeted him was hushed for ever
, the clear blue eye quenched in death , and the elastic frame stretched in stiff ...
Page 147
Supposing that this night should be my last ; that my eyes , once closed , should
open no more on this world ; that I should no more feel the rays of the morning
sun ; that my soul should be suddenly summoned to appear before that tribunal ...
Supposing that this night should be my last ; that my eyes , once closed , should
open no more on this world ; that I should no more feel the rays of the morning
sun ; that my soul should be suddenly summoned to appear before that tribunal ...
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Can she possess a soul , ” thought Teresa . “ To me nothing can be more
delightful and exciting than the contemplation of fine scenery , mountains , woods
, the sea , and then a flowergarden in the height of summer , recals every
sensation the ...
Can she possess a soul , ” thought Teresa . “ To me nothing can be more
delightful and exciting than the contemplation of fine scenery , mountains , woods
, the sea , and then a flowergarden in the height of summer , recals every
sensation the ...
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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...