Tales of the Hall, Volumen1

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John Murray, 1819 - 353 páginas
 

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Página 82 - twas mine to trace the hilly heath, And all the mossy moor that lies beneath : Here had I favourite stations, where I stood And heard the murmurs of the ocean-flood, With not a sound beside, except when flew Aloft the lapwing, or the gray curlew, Who with wild notes my fancied power defied, And mock'd the dreams of solitary pride.
Página 215 - And let affection find the place. Oh ! take me from a world I hate, — Men cruel, selfish, sensual, cold ; And, in some pure and blessed state, Let me my sister minds behold : From gross and sordid views refined, Our heaven of spotless love to share, — For only generous souls design'd, And not a man to meet us there.
Página 106 - Her father thinking what his child would feel " ' From his hard sentence — still she came not home. " ' The night grew dark, and yet she was not come ; "
Página 213 - Oh ! let the herbs I loved to rear " ' Give to my sense their perfumed breath ; " ' Let them be placed about my bier, *' ' And grace the gloomy house of death.
Página 83 - And calmly rode the restless waves among. Nor pleased it less around me to behold, Far up the beach, the yesty sea-foam roll'd; Or from the shore upborn, to see on high, Its frothy flakes in wild confusion fly : While the salt spray that clashing billows form, Gave to the taste a feeling of the storm.
Página 261 - And blessed the shower that gave me not to choose. In fact, I felt a languor stealing on ; The active arm, the agile hand, were gone ; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and fashion new ; I loved my trees in order to dispose ; I numbered peaches, looked how stocks arose, Told the same story oft — in short, began to prose.
Página 78 - And scorn a comforter, and will despair ; " They know not who in either boat is gone, " But think the father, husband, lover, one. " And who is she apart ? She dares not come...
Página 214 - Nor for new guest that bed be made. There will the lark, the lamb, in sport, In air, on earth, securely play : And Lucy to my grave resort,' As innocent, but not so gay. I will not have the churchyard ground With bones all black and ugly grown, To press my shivering body round, Or on my wasted limbs be thrown. With ribs and skulls I will not sleep, In clammy beds of cold blue clay, Through which the ringed earth-worms creep, And on the shrouded bosom prey.
Página 160 - Or say that nought is done amiss ; " ' For who the dangerous path can shun " ' In such bewildering world as this ? " ' But love can every fault forgive, " ' Or with a tender look reprove j " ' And now let naught in memory live, " ' But that we meet, and that we love.
Página 32 - Must well be lash'd before they take the load ; " They may be willing for a time to run, " But you must whip them ere the work be done : " To tell a boy, that, if he will improve, " His friends will praise him^ and his parents love, " Is doing nothing — he has not a doubt " But they will love him, nay, applaud, without : " Let no fond sire a boy's ambition trust, " To make him study, let him see he must.

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