The Curse of Kehama, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 - Poetry - 215 pages
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Page 107 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 1 - MIDNIGHT, and yet no eye Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep ! Behold her streets a-blaze With light that seems to kindle the red sky, Her myriads swarming through the crowded ways ! Master and slave, old age and infancy, All, all abroad to gaze...
Page 160 - Confined to these straight instruments of sense, More dull and narrowly doth operate; At this hole hears, the sight must ray from thence, Here tastes, there smells: but when she's gone from hence. Like naked lamp she is one shining sphere, And round about has perfect cognoscence; Whate'er in her horizon doth appear, She is one orb of sense, all eye, all airy ear.
Page 107 - A sudden thrill, a startling thought, A feeling many a year forgot, Now like a dream anew recurring, As if again in every vein Her mother's milk was stirring. With straining neck and earnest eye She stretch'd her hands imploringly, As if she fain would have her nigh, Yet fear'd to meet the wish'd embrace, At once with love and awe opprest.
Page 108 - Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth ; Too oft on Earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest time of Love is there.
Page 63 - Till thou hast reached its orb of chrysolite. The sail, from end to end displayed, Bent, like a rainbow, o'er the Maid. An Angel's head, with visual eye, Through trackless space, directs its chosen way; Nor aid of wing nor foot nor fin Requires to voyage o'er the obedient sky. Smooth as the swan, when not a breeze at even Disturbs the surface of the silver stream, Through air and sunshine sails the Ship of Heaven.
Page 260 - The soul itself is its own witness ; the soul itself is its own refuge ; offend not thy conscious soul, the supreme internal witness of men ! 85. The sinful have said in their hearts : " None sees us." Yes ; the gods distinctly see them ; and so does the spirit within their breasts.
Page 3 - tis the funeral trumpet's breath! 'Tis the dirge of death ! At once ten thousand drums begin With one long thunder-peal the ear assailing ; Ten thousand voices then join in, And with one deep and general din Pour their wild wailing. The song of praise is...
Page 108 - Oh! when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrows, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?
Page 51 - The loveliest race of all of heavenly birth, Hovering with gentle motion o'er the earth, Amid the moonlight air, In sportive flight was floating round and round* Unknowing where his joyous way was tending.

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