Aline, an old friend's story, by the author of 'The gambler's wife'.

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T.C. Newby, 1848

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Seite 219 - How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Seite 157 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play ; For some must watch, while some must sleep : Thus runs the world away.
Seite 204 - I go ? I cannot quit her : but, — like men who mock The voice of thunder, tarry until — I die ! Shall I not go ? — I will not; though the tongues Of chiding virtue rail me strait to stone. Here will I stand, — a statue, fixed and firm, Before the fiery altar of my love, Both worshipper and martyr.
Seite 192 - Its memory long within the raptur'd soul, — — Even such thou art to me ! — and thus I sit And feel the harmony that round thee lives, And breathes from every feature. Thus I sit — And when most quiet — cold — or silent — (hen Even then, I feel each word, each look, each tone!
Seite 24 - I LOVE him, I dream of him, I sing of him by day ; And all the night I hear him talk, — And yet he's far away.
Seite 307 - Yet, for each ravaged charm of earth some pitying power had given Beauty, of more than mortal birth, — a spell that breathed of heaven ; — And as she bent...
Seite 63 - NEVER till now — never till now, O, Queen And Wonder of the enchanted world of sound! Never till now was such bright creature seen, Startling to transport all the regions round ! Whence...
Seite 180 - Is shaken ; we renounc'd, returns again. Each salutation may slide in a sin Unthought before, or fix a former flaw. Nor is it strange : Light, motion, concourse, noise, All, scatter us abroad ; thought outward-bound, Neglectful of our home affairs, flies off In fume and dissipation, quits her charge, And leaves the breast unguarded to the foe.
Seite 14 - Tis misty all, both sight and sound — I only know 'tis fair and sweet — 'Tis wandering on enchanted ground With dizzy brow and tottering feet. But patience! there may come a time When these dull ears shall scan aright Strains that outring Earth's drowsy chime, As Heaven outshines the taper's light.
Seite 278 - Another had his vows. — Oh ! there are some Can trifle, in cold vanity, with all The warm soul's precious throbs, to whom it is A triumph that a fond devoted heart . Is breaking for them, — who can bear to call Young flowers into beauty, and then crush them ! Affections trampled on, and hopes destroyed, Tears wrung from very bitterness, and sighs That waste the breath of life, — these all were her's Whose image is before me.

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