The lettre de cachet; The reign of terror [by C.G.F. Gore].

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Page 121 - When I remember all The friends so link'd together I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather ;— I feel like one who treads alone Some banquet hall, deserted— Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead— And all but him departed
Page 189 - ID winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages long ago betid ; And, ere thou bid good night, to quit their grief, Tell thou
Page 316 - now, I seek for other joys ; — To think, would drive my soul to madness ; In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise, I conquer half my bosom's sadness. Yet even in these a thought will steal, In spite of every vain endeavour ; And fiends might pity what I feel To know that thou art lost for ever!
Page 291 - Or found, in e'en the faults they blamed, Some gleams of future glory! I still was true, when nearer friends Conspired to wrong, to slight thee ;— The heart that now thy falsehood rends, Would then have bled to right thee! But
Page 334 - But they Who in oppression's darkness caved had dwelt, They were not eagles nourished with the day; What marvel then at times if they mistook their prey
Page 360 - is lost, And fled the flush of youth ; and I am pale As the pale ocean on a sunless morn. I pine away for her yet pity her That she should
Page 240 - Ciel! de ta perseverance ; . , Applique sans relache au soin de me punir, Au comble des douleurs tu m'as fait parvenir.
Page 219 - And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To tread but one
Page 75 - A mind at peace with all below,— A heart whose love is innocent,
Page 150 - The better days of life were ours, The worst can be but mine ;— The

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