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Pàgina 208 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! 0 Grave ! where is thy victory? 0 Death! where is thy sting?
Pàgina 97 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Pàgina 214 - But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.
Pàgina 207 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Pàgina 112 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Pàgina 50 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Pàgina 200 - ... place which may be designated as the centre of Christianity, to the Square of St. Peter's Cathedral. Round about it is the magnificent colonnade, in the middle the great obelisk which formerly stood in the circus of Nero. Sixtus V. had it removed thither. And what words did I read there? The words: "Vincit leo de tribu Juda" (The lion of the tribe of Judah conquers).
Pàgina 21 - One evening, however, he rushed in to look for an old chisel, or some corks, or other article essential to his pursuit for the time being, and while rummaging about in the cupboards, looked up for a moment, and was caught at once by the figure of poor little Arthur. The boy was sitting with his elbows on the table, and his head leaning on his hands, and before him an open book, on which his tears were falling fast. Tom shut the door at once, and sat down on the sofa by Arthur, putting his arm round...
Pàgina 140 - And soon, perhaps, some unforeseen blow dealt by the hand of God delivers us from a painful anxiety by means of some overwhelming misfortune. The stone is indeed rolledaway,butthe sepulchre is empty. Happy are we then, if, from the depths of a despair so great, that we seem to have neither a hope nor a fear left for the future, we are able to hear a voice like that of the Angel of Comfort saying to us, " For you Earth has no more joys. Turn your eyes to Heaven.
Pàgina 177 - Babet came running out to meet her, and her uncle took her in his arms, and carried her into the kitchen, where a bright fire was burning. " So here you are back again, little Rose ! Come and sit close to the fire. You must be cold, child. Let me look at you : why, you are as pale as a ghost. Give her some supper, quick...