The Gypsy Queen's Vow

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Hurst, 1875 - American fiction - 399 pages
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Page 280 - I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me, My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me.
Page 244 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Page 268 - Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Page 37 - Oh ! had we never, never met, Or could this heart e'en now forget How link'd, how bless'd we might have been...
Page 72 - No ! So God help me : they spake not a word ; But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones, Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale ; Which, when I saw, I reprehended them ; And ask'd the mayor, What meant this wilful silence ? His answer was, The people were not used To be spoke to but by the recorder. Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again : Thus saith the duke...
Page 121 - WILL paint her as I see her. Ten times have the lilies blown, Since she looked upon the sun. And her face is lily-clear, Lily-shaped, and dropped in duty To the law of its own beauty. Oval cheeks...
Page 80 - TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! Sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall be thy rest, But with the quiet dead. Yes — with the quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be ! Oh ! many a weary wight, Weary of life and light, Would fain lie down with thee. Flee little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake...
Page 384 - When summer's sunny hues adorn Sky, forest, hill, and meadow, The foliage of the evergreens, In contrast, seems a shadow. But when the tints of autumn have Their sober reign asserted, The landscape that cold shadow shows, Into a light converted. Thus thoughts that frown upon our mirth, Will smile upon our sorrow, And many dark fears of to-day, May be bright hopes to-morrow.
Page 319 - Bears more of real honour than the star and ermine vest. the tithe of folly in his head may wake the landsman s mirth, But Nature proudly owns him as her child of ^terling worth.
Page 361 - Then more fierce The conflict grew ; the din of arms, the yell Of savage rage, the shriek of agony, The groan of death, commingled in one sound Of undistinguished horrors ; while the Sun, Retiring slow beneath the plain's far verge, Shed o'er the quiet hills his fading light.

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