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Page 277 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 209 - He had no breath, no being, but in hers; She was his voice; he did not speak to her, But trembled on her words; she was his sight, For his eye follow'd hers, and saw with hers, Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all...
Page 169 - Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell ! " For in that word, that fatal word, howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair.
Page 42 - I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be loved by none.
Page 189 - Nature hath assigned Two sovereign remedies for human grief : Religion, — surest, firmest, first, and best; And strenuous action next.
Page 42 - That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets, Thy favours are but like the wind That kisseth everything it meets: And since thou canst with more than one, Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none.
Page 123 - Polydore, I know not how to tell thee; Shame rises in my face, and interrupts The story of my tongue.
Page 268 - Christ, is so ingrained that no other calling has any attraction for me. It has grown with my growth, and strengthened with my strength, and...
Page 183 - She had hungered and thirsted too long — she had been nearly starved to death for lack of nourishment, and love's feast was spread before her. With a passion almost akin to his own, her pomegranate mouth rested upon his, whilst the fragrance of her breath came and went upon his face and made his senses reel beneath its influence. Their spirits ' rushed together at the meeting of the lips.