Tempest tossed, by the author of 'Mademoiselle Mori'.



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第 236 頁 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
第 46 頁 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
第 309 頁 - COULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, In the old likeness that I knew, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.
第 72 頁 - Her circle. Wait, and Love himself will bring The drooping flower of knowledge changed to fruit Of wisdom. Wait: my faith is large in Time, And that which shapes it to some perfect end.
第 271 頁 - Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tis glory; and when men aspire 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire. Th...
第 30 頁 - ... the soul that lies, And sayeth, 'Come, be friends!' One is there I have loved so long And deep, I know not when I loved her not with Love too strong To change its now to then', But Love had been with Love at war, And bitter words had been, And silence bitterer by far Had come our souls between; But now she came to me in sleep, Her eyes were on my soul: Kind eyes! they said, 'And didst thou weep And 7 did not console? Look up, and be no longer sad!