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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 68 - THE SONG OF A FELON'S WIFE. THE brand is on thy brow, A dark and guilty spot ; 'Tis ne'er to be erased ! 'Tis ne'er to be forgot ! The brand is on thy brow ! Yet / must shade the spot : For who will love thee now, If...
Page 214 - t were na for my Jeanie. O why should fate sic pleasure have, Life's dearest bands untwining ? Or why sae sweet a flower as love Depend on Fortune's shining ? This warld's wealth when I think on, Its pride, and a' the lave o't ; Fie, fie on silly coward man, That he should be the slave o't.
Page 187 - ... the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is not quenched.
Page 243 - She lies upon her pillow, pale, And moans within her sleep, Or wakeneth with a patient smile, And striveth not to weep ! How gentle and how good a child She is, we know too well, And dearer to her parents' hearts, Than our weak words can tell.
Page 201 - 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.
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.