John Godfrey's Fortunes: Related by Himself. A Story of American Life, Volume 11 |
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Page 149 - With golden key Wealth thought To pass — but 'twould not do : While Wit a diamond brought, Which cut his bright way through. So here's to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy.
Page 318 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord: Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Page 298 - I dare say, and have been uttered several millions of times, by young men of the same age ; but I none the less thought them both original and profound, and considered myself a philosopher, in the loftiest sense of the word. I imagined that I comprehended the several natures of the rich and the poor, the learned and the ignorant, the righteous and the vicious, from such superficial observation, — not yet perceiving, through my own experience, the common flesh and spirit of all men. One afternoon,...
Page 228 - Watts enjoyed a delusive popularity, had fa counterpart on our side of the Atlantic. All our gentle, languishing echoes found spell-bound listeners, whom no one — with, perhaps, the single exception of Poe — had the will to disenchant Hillhouse and Dawes, Grenville Mellen and Brainard still sat high on Parnassus, and Griswold astonished us by disinterring a whole Pantheon of forgotten worthies. For my own part, I am grateful that it was so. I...
Page 7 - At one time, I think, she would have willingly stopped the march of my years, and been content to keep me at her side, a boy forever. I was incapable of detecting this feeling at the time, and perhaps I wrong her memory in alluding to it now. God knows I have often wished it could have been so! Whatever of natural selfishness there may have been in the thought, she weighed it down, out of sight, by all those years of self-denial, and the final sacrifice, for my sake. No truer, tenderer, more simple-hearted...
Page 172 - She smiled, but without looking at me. " Well, then," said Rand, " I must get something out of my memory. How will this do-? " ' My pen is bad, my ink is pale, My love to you shall never fail." " " No," said she, taking the book from his hand, " I will not have anything of the kind. You are making fun of my album, and I '11 put it away.