Machpelah: or, Lost lives. By A.G.W.

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1879
 

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Seite 96 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 24 - Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee. Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, — Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Seite 241 - O my lost love, and my own, own love, And my love that loved me so ! Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below ? Nay, I spoke once, and I grieved thee sore, I remember all that I said, And now thou wilt hear me no more — no more Till the sea gives up her dead.
Seite 16 - And from Shakespeare she gained a great store of information amongst the rest, that -'Trifles light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong, As proofs of Holy Writ.
Seite 187 - But chief he gloried with licentious style To lash the great, and monarchs to revile. His figure such as might his soul proclaim ; One eye was blinking, and one leg was lame : His mountain shoulders half his breast o'erspread, Thin hairs bestrew'd his long misshapen head.
Seite 148 - Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh ! leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between...
Seite 3 - Away ! away ! the chords are mute, The bond is rent in twain ; — You cannot wake that silent lute, Nor clasp those links again : Love's toil I know is little cost, Love's perjury is light sin; But souls that lose what I have lost, — What have they left to win 1 FLODDEN FIELD.
Seite 106 - Can Fancy's fairy hands no veil create, To hide the sad realities of fate ? — No ! not the quaint remark, the sapient rule, Nor all the pride of Wisdom's worldly school...
Seite 172 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Pis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange ; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.

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