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Page 88 - There is a world above Where parting is unknown, A long eternity of love, Formed for the good alone. And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that glorious
Page 1 - The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence : that which fate Prohibits to dull life, in this our state Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied, First exiles then replaces, what we hate ; Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
Page 88 - Friend after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end.
Page 56 - and now in the games of chivalry, where beauty dealt the prize which valor won, all is now desolate. The bed of the lake is but a rushy swamp, and the massy ruins of the castle only serve to show what their splendor once was, and to impress on the musing
Page 46 - had striven, And true ones died with her— We saw her mighty cable riven, Like floating gossamer. We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas— Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn, And sadder things than
Page 68 - is it not a comfort even while you mourn, to think of all that that breast, now so silent, has escaped ? The cream, the sparkle, the elixir of life it had already quaffed; is it not sweet to think it shunned the wormwood and the dregs? Answer me, even though the answer be in
Page 86 - Help, Lord, for the godly man ceaseth ; for the faithful fail from among the children of men."—Ps. xii.
Page 13 - Elysian. Soft, as the memory of buried love ; Pure as the prayer which childhood wafts above ; Was she, the daughter of that rude old chief.