Strangers and Pilgrims: A Novel, Volum 2

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Pàgina 14 - Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pàgina 282 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself,...
Pàgina 262 - Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate, Taking all shapes, and bearing many names.
Pàgina 45 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our...
Pàgina 249 - Hast thou no care of me ? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence U No better than a stye ? — O, see, my women.
Pàgina 45 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. When day is gane and night is come, And a...
Pàgina 189 - And eats into my sinews, and dissolves My flesh to a pollution, poisoning The subtle, pure, and inmost spirit of life! My God! I never knew what the mad felt Before; for I am mad beyond all doubt! [More wildly} No, I am dead! These putrefying limbs Shut round and sepulchre the panting soul, Which would burst forth into the wandering air!
Pàgina 262 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death...
Pàgina 77 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away!
Pàgina 55 - And the dove mourned on apace ; No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek Rose up to show me his place. ' O last love ! O first love ! My love with the true heart, To think I have come to this your home, And yet — we are apart ! ' My love ! He stood at my right hand, His eyes were grave and sweet. Methought he said,

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