Not Easily Jealous: A Novel ...

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J.R. Osgood and Company, 1873 - 164 oldal

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35. oldal - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
69. oldal - em away. Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you shall not go. He frothed his bumpers to the brim; A jollier year we shall not see. But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me.
162. oldal - Twelve days and nights she withered thus ; at last, Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to show A parting pang, the spirit from her passed : And they who watched her nearest could not know The very instant, till the change that cast Her sweet face into shadow, dull and slow,L Glazed o'er her eyes — the beautiful, the black — Oh ! to possess such lustre — and then lack ! LXX.
63. oldal - Kings and princes (which are only other words for supreme magistrates) were doubtless created and appointed, not so much for their own sakes, as for the sake of the people committed to their charge; yet are they not, therefore, the creatures of the people.
113. oldal - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
38. oldal - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
159. oldal - Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes ; Of herbs and cordials they produced their store : But she defied all means they could employ, Like one life could not hold, nor death destroy.
69. oldal - But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend. And the New Year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own.
96. oldal - Though at times her spirit sank ; Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he, And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady, And the people loved her much.
24. oldal - He, the more fortunate ! yea, he hath finished ! For him there is no longer any future, His life is bright — bright without spot it was And cannot cease to be. No ominous hour Knocks at his door 'with tidings of mishap. Far off is he, above desire and fear ; No more submitted to the change and chance Of the unsteady planets.

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