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Page 193 - With Portrait. Price 75 cents. BIOGRAPHICAL ESSAYS. Price 75 cents. MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. Price 75 cents. THE CAESARS. Price 75 cents. LITERARY REMINISCENCES. 2 Vols.
Page 151 - I *AKE the dead CHRIST to my chamber •*• The CHRIST I brought from Rome ; Over all the tossing ocean, He has reached His Western home : Bear Him as in procession, And lay Him solemnly Where, through weary night and morning, He shall bear me company. The name I bear is other Than that I bore by birth ; And I've given life to children, Who'll grow and dwell on earth...
Page 37 - She rules the age by Beauty's power, As once she ruled by armed might ; The Southern sun doth treasure her Deep in his golden heart of light. Awe strikes the traveller when he sees The vision of her distant dome, And a strange spasm wrings his heart As the guide whispers :
Page 107 - Who hast the harmonies of every time ? 0 friend beloved ! I sit apart and dumb, — Sometimes in sorrow, oft in joy divine ; My lip will falter, but my prisoned heart Springs forth to measure its faint pulse with thine. Thou art to me most like a royal guest, Whose travels bring him to some lowly roof, Where simple rustics spread their festal fare And, blushing, own it is not good enough. Bethink thee, then, whene'er thou eom'st to me, From high emprise and noble toil to rest, My thoughts are weak...
Page 27 - ... sharp and thorny tree; We saw thee wrestle bravely with the boughs, But the last buffet did dishearten thee. Thou should'st have had more faith ! the voice of Christ Called thee to meet him, walking on the wave; Thou should'st have trod the waters as a path, Such power divine thy holy mission gave. Shoreward thy recreant footsteps turn and sink; In vain the heavenly voice, the outstretched arm, Thou heed'st not, though a God doth beckon thee, Binding the billows with a golden charm. Where glory...
Page 179 - WHAT I SAID TO THE DYING ROSE, AND WHAT IT SAID TO ME. (These lines were sent to a friend in deep affliction.) SWEET Rose, it is thy dying day ! Ere nightfall thou must pass away, And my soul for thee grieves ; For I have found a record dear, Traced by the hand I love and fear Upon thy silken leaves. Thou hast so smiled upon my heart, That I can scarcely from thee part Without a tear of sorrow, For I shall come thy cup to kiss, And my beloved companion miss, For ever gone, to-morrow. It seemed to...