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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow Comtesse de Nevers dark dear deep door doubt dream Duc de Luvois Duke emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd forever forgive France gaze grief hand hath heard heart Heaven hope JOHN lady letter life's light lips live lone look look'd Lord Alfred Lucile de Nevers man's Matilda milord mountain murmur'd Neath nevermore night o'er once pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion paused perchance reach'd replied return'd reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile Sœur Seraphine soft sorrow soul Soul to soul sound star stood strange STRANGER strife sweet tears thee things thou thought truth turn'd Twixt vex'd voice walk'd watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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Page 31 - We may live without poetry, music, and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, --what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving '? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XXv.
Page 246 - No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife, And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Page 70 - s none so unhappy, but what he hath been Just about to be happy, at some time, I ween ; And none so beguiled and defrauded by chance, But what once, in his life, some minute circumstance Would have fully sufficed to secure him the bliss Which, missing it then, he forever must miss. And to most of us, ere we go down to the grave, Life, relenting, accords the good gift we would have ; But, as though by some strange imperfection in fate, The good gift, when it comes, comes a moment too late.
Page 62 - There is war in the skies ! Lo ! the black-winged legions of tempest arise O'er those sharp splinter'd rocks that are gleaming below In the soft light, so fair and so fatal, as though Some seraph burn'd through them, the thunderbolt searching Which the black cloud unbosom'd just now.
Page 244 - We meet at one gate When all's over. The ways they are many and wide, And seldom are two ways the same. Side by side May we stand at the same little door when all's done ! The ways they are many, the end it is one.
Page 16 - He is gone with the age which begat him. Our own Is too vast, and too complex, for one man alone To embody its purpose, and hold it shut close In the palm of his hand. There were giants in those Irreclaimable days ; but in these days of ours, In dividing the work, we distribute the powers.
Page 112 - Alas ! who shall number the drops of the rain ? .. Or give to the dead leaves their greenness again ? Who shall seal up the caverns the earthquake hath rent ? Who shall bring forth the winds that within them are pent ? To a voice who shall render an image ? or who From the heats of the noontide shall gather the dew ? I have burned out within me the fuel of life Wherefore lingers the flame ? Best is sweet after strife.
Page 246 - The mission of woman on earth ! to give birth To the mercy of Heaven descending on earth. The mission of woman : permitted to bruise The head of the serpent, and sweetly infuse, Through the sorrow and sin of earth's register'd curse, The blessing which mitigates all : born to nurse, And to soothe, and to solace, to help and to heal The sick world that leans on her.
Page 62 - The crouch'd hollows and all the oracular hills With dread voices of power. A roused million or more Of wild echoes reluctantly rise from their hoar Immemorial ambush, and roll in the wake Of the cloud, whose reflection leaves livid the lake.