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Page 58 - iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. —Tennyson. THE
Page 92 - Mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest.
Page 71 - Oh, clasp me, sweet, whilst thou art mine. And do not take my tears amiss, For tears must flow to wash away A thought that shows so stern as this. Forgive if somewhile I forget In woe to come the present bliss, As frighted Proserpine let fall Her flowers at the sight of Dis, E'en so the dark and bright will kiss, The sunniest things throw
Page 23 - If I speak to thee in friendship's name Thou thiuk'st I speak too coldly ; If I mention love's devoted flame, Thou say'st I speak too boldly.
Page 34 - ' Let observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind from China to Peru.'
Page 71 - shade, And there is e'en a happiness That makes the heart afraid,
Page 82 - For, if doubt were not, Whose sore shafts spare not, Large life would