In a Rash Moment, Volume 1

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Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington, 1879
 

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Page 201 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Page 81 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
Page 167 - Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all: But in my solitary room above I turn my face in silence to the wall; My heart is breaking for a little love. Though winter frosts are done, And birds pair every one, And leaves peep out, for springtide is begun. I feel no spring, while spring is wellnigh blown, I find no nest, while nests are in the grove: Woe's me for mine own heart that dwells alone, My heart that breaketh for a little love.
Page 217 - No more to hear, no more to see ! 0 that an echo might wake And waft one note of thy psalm to me Ere my heart-strings break...
Page 195 - Though the many lights dwindle to one light, There is help if the heaven has one ; Though the skies be discrowned of the sunlight And the earth dispossessed of the sun, They have moonlight and sleep for repayment, When, refreshed as a bride, and set free With stars and sea-winds in her raiment, Night sinks on the sea.
Page 217 - But a world happy and fair; I have not wished it to mourn with me, Comfort is not there.
Page 71 - MAY. I cannot tell you how it was; But this I know: it came to pass Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young; ah, pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of tender corn; The last eggs had not hatched as yet, Nor any bird foregone its mate.
Page 181 - Dort wollen wir niedersinken Unter dem Palmenbaum, Und Lieb' und Ruhe trinken Und traumen seligen Traum.
Page 23 - The light is too dim to see his face by, but the touch of his hand, and the sound of his voice...
Page 162 - Love smiles no more, Hope's light is gone ; Pleasures are o'er, Sorrows come on.

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