Cross purposes; or, The way of the worldWard, Lock, 158 Fleet Street, 1855 - 245 頁 |
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Annesley answered Arlingford Ashton asked bear beautiful become believe beneath child cold comfort coming continued dark dear deep Dennis doubt dreaming Dugald earth Eleanor exclaimed existence eyes face fail fair fancy father fault fear feel felt future give given gone hand happy head hear heart Heaven hope hour Ida's kind knew Lady leave length letter light listen live looked Lord Ravenscroft mean meet mind Miss Stanley Morley nature never once pain passed past poor present pride promise remarked replied rest seemed seen sorrow soul speak spirit spoke standing Stanley stood strange strength suffering talking tears tell thing thought told true truly trust turned voice wait walk watching weary whole wish woman wonder young
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第 151 頁 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
第 118 頁 - He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.
第 149 頁 - I wandered by the mill, I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
第 3 頁 - I had great beauty : ask thou not my name : No one can be more wise than destiny. Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came I brought calamity.
第 189 頁 - Can I love thee, my beloved — can I love thee ? And is this like love, to stand . With no help in my hand, When strong as death I fain would watch above thee ? My love-kiss can deny...
第 22 頁 - Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
第 143 頁 - It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel.
第 3 頁 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. But we are pressed by heavy laws; And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
第 155 頁 - Now from head to foot I am marble constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.
第 68 頁 - A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet, It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet : For flowers that grow our hands beneath We struggle and aspire, — Our hearts must die, except they breathe The air of fresh desire.