'Tween You and Me

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Weed, Parsons & Company, printers, 1879 - 136 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 69 - Do not be over-persuaded to marry a man you can never respect — I do not say love; because, I think, if you can respect a person before marriage, moderate love at least will come after; and as to intense passion, I am convinced that that is no desirable feeling. In the first place, it seldom or never meets with a requital; and, in the second place, if it did, the feeling would be only temporary: it would last the honeymoon, and then, perhaps, give place to disgust, or indifference worse, perhaps,...
Pàgina 86 - The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death! Oh thank GOD, all who see it, for that older fashion yet, of Immortality! And look upon us, angels of young children, with regards not quite estranged, when the swift river bears us to the ocean!
Pàgina 10 - That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a
Pàgina 68 - ... tis the gay sunny prime, But affection is truest when these fade away. When we see the first glory of youth pass us by, Like a leaf on the stream that will never return ; When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high, First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn ; Then, then is the...
Pàgina 54 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Pàgina 85 - Two spirits in one fair, Firm league of love and prayer, Together bound for aye, together blest. An ear that waits to catch A hand upon the latch; A step that hastens its sweet rest to win; A world of care without, A world of strife shut out, A world of love shut in.
Pàgina 123 - I read each misty mountain sign, I know the voice of wave and pine, And I am yours, and ye are mine. Life's burdens fall, its discords cease, I lapse into the glad release Of Nature's own exceeding peace.
Pàgina 72 - But I ought to know what the bauble is worth, When the loss of it brings me here! But pity and pardon? Who are you To talk of pardon, pity, to me? What I ask is justice, justice, sir, Let both be punished, or both go free. If it be in woman a dreadful thing, What is it in man, now? Come, be just. (Remember, she falls through her love for him, He through his selfish lust.) Tell me what is done to the wretch Who tempts and riots in woman's fall? His father curses, and casts him off? His friends forsake?...
Pàgina 78 - But the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote his breast, saying, God, be merciful to me a sinner. I say unto you, This man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be humbled; but he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.
Pàgina 88 - Farewell! — a word that hath been and must be, A sound that makes us linger — yet, farewell!

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