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Page 85 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 123 - Sweet is a legacy, and passing sweet The unexpected death of some old lady Or gentleman of seventy years complete, Who've made
Page 1 - She shineth and smileth on every thing. Where come the sheep ? To the rich man's moor. Where cometh sleep ? To the bed that's poor. Peasants must weep, And kings endure ; That is a fate that none can cure...
Page 68 - A FELON'S WIFE. THE brand is on thy brow, A dark and guilty spot ; 'T is ne'er to be erased ! 'T is ne'er to be forgot ! The brand is on thy brow, Yet I must shade the spot : For who will love thee now, If I love thee not...
Page 14 - By lovely forms, and silent weather, And tender sounds, yet you might see At once that Peter Bell and she Had often been together. 'A savage wildness round him hung As of a dweller out of doors; In his whole figure and his mien A savage character was seen Of mountains and of dreary moors.
Page 292 - Gardens feed no fruits nor flowers, But childless seem, and in decay ; The traitor clock forsakes the hours, And points to times — oh, far away ! And the steed no longer neigheth, Nor paws the startled ground ; And the...
Page 201 - I was coming to visit you this morning, uncle," said she, in a broken voice, " even if we had not met in Warling Wood. I wanted to see you. I wanted to tell you that I had heard from him. A ship letter. He is well. It was a hint from him that urged me to the duty you found me executing."