The Baby's Grandmother: A NovelH. Holt, 1884 - 431页 |
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第266页 - Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Or carry smiles and sun-shine in my face, When discontent sits heavy at my heart.
第119页 - Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams ;. The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb: So, when affections yield discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come. They that are rich in words must needs discover They are but poor in that which makes a lover.
第248页 - Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew On flowers half dead; — thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain.
第412页 - For which my soul did pine A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, 'On! on!
第425页 - Is hallowed down to earth's profound, And up to Heaven! For time makes all but true love old; The burning thoughts that then were told Run molten still in memory's mould; And will not cool Until the heart itself be cold In Lethe's pool.
第273页 - No more — no more — no more" — (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
第154页 - THE twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. But in the fisherman's cottage There shines a ruddier light, And a little face at the window Peers out into the night. Close, close it is pressed to the window, As if those childish eyes Were looking into the darkness, To see some form arise. And a woman's waving shadow Is...
第197页 - The impatient throbs and longings of a soul That pants and reaches after distant good! A lover does not live by vulgar time; Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; And yet, when I behold the charming maid, I'm ten times more undone; while hope and fear, And grief and rage, and love, rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me.
第293页 - He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity.
第183页 - What shall I do? what conduct shall I find To lead me through this twilight of my mind? For as bright day with black approach of night Contending, makes a doubtful, puzzling light, So does my honour and my love together Puzzle me so, I can resolve for neither. (goes out hopping with one boot on, and the other off) JOHNSON.