Aimée: the Story of a LifeE. Marlborough and Company, 1861 - 207 pages |
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Page 51 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Page 69 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 187 - Why art thou cast down, Oh my soul ? And why art thou disquieted within me ! Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Page 47 - Joyless and comfortless. Our days glide on ; And let him grieve who cannot choose but grieve That he hath been an elm without his vine, And her bright dower of clustering charities, That, round his trunk and branches, might have clung Enriching and adorning.
Page 27 - Oh what a pure and sacred thing Is beauty, curtain'd from the sight Of the gross world, illumining One only mansion with her light ! Unseen by man's disturbing eye, — The flower that blooms beneath the sea, Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie Hid in more chaste obscurity.
Page 1 - From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure Alone are mirror'd ; which, though shapes of ill May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them.
Page 51 - Whiles they behold a greater than themselves; And therefore are they very dangerous. I rather tell thee what is to be feared Than what I fear ; for always I am Caesar.
Page 107 - From the gold clear light of morning To the twilight's purple haze. Cold and pale the planets shone, Still the girl kept gazing on. From her white and weary forehead Droopeth the dark hair, Heavy with the dews of evening, Heavier with her care ; Falling as the shadows fall, Till flung round her like a pall.
Page 130 - Those trice regards, dear habits, pensive memories, That change the valour of the thoughtful breast To brave dissimulation of its fears ? Is hope quench'd in thy bosom ? Thou art free, And in the simple dignity of man Standest apart untempted...
Page 187 - O spare me, that I may recover my strength before I go hence and be no more.