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Page 121 - E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.
Page 292 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 200 - And with a flying finger swept my lips, And spake, 'Be wise: not easily forgiven Are those, who setting wide the doors that bar The secret bridal chambers of the heart, Let in the day.
Page 82 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Page 24 - In brief, acquit thee bravely ; play the man. Look not on pleasures as they come, but go. Defer not the least virtue : life's poor span Make not an ell, by trifling in thy woe. If thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains : If well, the pain doth fade, the joy remains.
Page 54 - The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection, — itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.
Page 63 - Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed : Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more.
Page 260 - Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: So think thou wilt no second husband wed; But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.