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Page 289 - And the time drew nigh that Israel must die : and he called his son Joseph, and said unto him, If now I have found grace in thy sight, put, I pray thee, thy hand under my thigh, and deal kindly and truly with me ; bury me not, I pray thee, in Egypt. But I will lie with my fathers, and thou shalt carry me out of Egypt, and bury me in their burying-place. And he said, I will do as thou hast said.
Page 241 - Clothed in long white garments, her dark hair in long braided tresses hanging dowu around her face and shoulders, dripping with water, which streamed from hair and vesture ; her face pale as the water-lily ; her long black eyelashes and eyebrows shading her faded cheek, with head bowed down, and hands crossed over her breast, supporting a small tender infant; there she stood, visible as reality. He tried to rouse himself — to start up — to gaze — to cry out her name — but, as if spellbound,...
Page 239 - TWAS at the silent, solemn hour When night and morning meet ; In glided Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at William's feet. Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her sable shroud. So shall the fairest face appear When youth and years are flown : Such is the robe that kings must wear, When death has reft their crown. Her bloom was like the springing flower, That sips the silver...
Page 43 - twas an unimaginable sight ! Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks and emerald turf. Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky, Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Molten together, and composing thus, Each lost in each, that marvellous array Of temple, palace, citadel, and huge Fantastic pomp of structure without name, In fleecy folds voluminous, enwrapped.
Page 211 - He holds him with his glittering eye— The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Page 72 - Their dread commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Page 26 - Think, if thou on beauty leanest, Think how pitiful that stay, Did not virtue give the meanest Charms superior to decay. Duty, like a strict preceptor, Sometimes frowns, or seems to frown ; Choose her thistle for thy sceptre, While youth's roses are thy crown. Grasp it,— if thou shrink and tremble. Fairest damsel of the green, Thou wilt lack the only symbol That proclaims a genuine queen...
Page 263 - Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor, Most choice forsaken, and most loved despised, Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon : Be it lawful I take up what's cast away.
Page 5 - These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good. Almighty, Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ! Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sits above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works, yet these Declare Thy goodness beyond thought And power divine.
Page 247 - Within his cage the imprisoned matin bird Swells the full chorus with a generous song : He bathes no pinion in the dewy light, No Father's joy, no Lover's bliss he shares, Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight ; His Fellows' freedom soothes the Captive's cares ! Thou, FAYETTE!