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Adeline asked beautiful better bright brother Brown called CHAPTER child church closed dark Deacon dear deep door dream entered eyes face father fearful feel felt gave girl give glance half hand happy Harden Harriet head hear heard heart hope husband Jackson Jorden kind kiss knew known ladies least leave light lips listened live looked Louis Marian Mary Mary Butler meet mind Miss Miss Martin morning mother nature never night once passed perhaps poor present reply rest Rivertown rose scarce seemed seen sister smile Smith soon sorrow speak spirit stood strange street sure tears tell things thought told Townsend truth turned voice walk watch week whispered wife window wish wonder young
第 123 頁 - We know that we have passed from death unto life, because we love the brethren. He that loveth not his brother abideth in death.
第 99 頁 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
第 99 頁 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye. Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly...
第 256 頁 - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
第 196 頁 - For all day, the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places.
第 288 頁 - sa stranger now again. Anne. So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, 't is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
第 310 頁 - Of God's will in his worlds, the strain unfolds In sad, perplexed minors: deathly colds Fall on us while we hear, and countermand Our sanguine heart back from the fancy-land, With nightingales in visionary wolds. We murmur,
第 238 頁 - And, dearest, though thine eyes alone May see in me a single grace — I care not so thou e'er canst find A hidden sweetness in my face. And if, as years and cares steal on, Even that lingering light must flee, What matter ? if from thee I hear " Thou art still beautiful to me !
第 201 頁 - Who can place them beside that glory, " which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, and of which it hath not entered into the heart of man to conceive...
第 320 頁 - And, as years pass, to find My lot unvaried by one passing gleam Of the bright woodland, or the flashing stream! To feel the breath of Spring, Yet not to view one of the tiny flowers That come from out the earth with her soft showers ; To hear the bright birds sing, And feel, while listening to their joyous strain. My heart can ne'er know happiness again ! Then in the solemn night To lie alone, while all anear me sleep, And fancy fearful forms about me creep. Starting in wild affright...