A Forest Tragedy: And Other Tales

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Ticknor and Fields, 1856 - 343 Seiten
 

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Seite 40 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 245 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Seite 281 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, — But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, — -hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing: I would also deem O'er others...
Seite 19 - YE say, they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That, 'mid the forests where they roamed, There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters, — Ye may not wash it out.
Seite 325 - He fed on poisons, and they had no power, But were a kind of nutriment ; he lived Through that which had been death to many men, And made him friends of mountains : with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogues ; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries ; To him the book of Night was open'd wide, And voices from the deep abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret— Be it so.
Seite 145 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 145 - Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man that fortune's buffets and rewards...
Seite 40 - Not in the sunshine and the smile of heaven, But wrapt in whirlwinds, and begirt with woes, Amidst the strife of fratricidal foes ; Her birth-star was the light of burning plains ; Her baptism is the weight of blood that flows From kindred hearts — the blood of British veins — And famine tracks her steps, and pestilential pains.
Seite 235 - Give me more love or more disdain! The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain, The temperate affords me none; Either extreme of love or hate Is sweeter than a calm estate.

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