Monte Video: Or, The Officer's Wife and Her Sister, Volume 2

M. Carey, 1816
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Página 265 - The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Página 179 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; ftft When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 280 - I REQUIRE and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well assured, that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God's Word doth allow are not joined together by God; neither is their Matrimony lawful.
Página 115 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 88 - A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the baron's casque, the maid) To the nigh streamlet ran : Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears ; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying man.
Página 26 - ... thou, sweet child, Who, list'ning to the voice of love, has left Thy friends, thy country, — oh may the wan hue Of pining memory, the sunk cheek, the eye Where tenderness yet dwells, atone, (if love Atonement need, by cruelty and wrong Beset,) atone e'en now thy rash resolves. Ah, fruitless hope ! Day after day thy bloom Fades, and the tender lustre of thine eye fe dim'd ; thy form, amid creation, seems The only drooping thing.
Página 193 - Is this What we demand of WOMAN ? — Yes ! But should the spark of vestal fire, In some unguarded hour expire ; Or should the nightly thief invade HESPERIA'S chaste and sacred shade, Of all the blooming...
Página 78 - Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name ? There be, perhaps, who barren hearts avow, Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow ; There be, whose loveless wisdom never...
Página 193 - No more the ravag'd garden blow With spring's succeeding blossom ? — No ! Pity may mourn, but not restore, And WOMAN falls — to rise no more. Within this sublunary sphere, A country lies — no matter where ; The clime may readily be found, By all who tread poetic ground ; A stream, call'd...
Página 12 - Inclined, and unawares a stealing tear Witness'd how blissful was that hour, that seem'd Not of the hours that time could count. A kiss Stole on the listening silence; never yet Here heard : they trembled, e'en as if the Power...

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