The Literary Remains of the Late William B. O. Peabody, Part 4

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B. H. Greene, 1850 - American essays - 448 pages
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Page 423 - No storms shall ride the troubled air, No voice of passion enter there ; But all be peaceful as the sigh Of evening gales, that breathe and die. 6 For there the God of mercy sheds His purest influence on their heads, And gilds the spirits round the throne With glory radiant as his own.
Page 425 - The winds breathe low, the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree: So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be.
Page 55 - What an odd situation and friendship is ours ! without one spark of love on either side, and produced by circumstances which in general lead to coldness on one side, and aversion on the other. She is a very superior woman, and very little spoiled, which is strange in an heiress, a girl of twenty, a peeress that is to be in her own right, an only child, and a savante, who has always had her own way.
Page 306 - Young, an excellent judge of serious conversation, said that when Addison was at his ease, he went on in a noble strain of thought and language, so as to chain the attention of every hearer.
Page 228 - It is putting too great a respect on the vulgar and on their superstitions to pique one's self on sincerity with regard to them. Did ever one make it a point of honour to speak truth to children or madmen...
Page 425 - BEHOLD the western evening light ! It melts in deepening gloom ; So calmly Christians sink away, Descending to the tomb.
Page 57 - The fault was not — no, nor even the misfortune — in my ' choice ' (unless in choosing at all) — for I do not believe — and I must say it, in the very dregs of all this bitter business — that there ever was a better, or even a brighter, a kinder, or a more amiable and agreeable being than Lady B. I never had, nor can have, any reproach to make her, while with me. Where there is blame, it belongs to myself, and, if I cannot redeem, I must bear it.
Page 424 - So once, on Judah's evening hills, The heavenly lustre spread ! The Gospel sounded from the blaze, And shepherds gazed with dread. And still that light upon the world Its guiding splendour throws : Bright in the opening hours of life, But brighter at the close.
Page 374 - CIVILE," as Lucan expresses it. Why could not faction find other advocates? But among the uncertainties of the human state, we are doomed to number the instability of friendship.
Page 425 - Tis like the memory left behind When loved ones breathe their last. And now above the dews of night The yellow star appears : So faith springs in the hearts of those Whose eyes are bathed in tears.

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