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Page 80 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away.
Page 41 - So spake the false dissembler unperceived ; For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heaven and earth : And oft, though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems...
Page 183 - The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Page 38 - Into its furrows shall we all be cast, In the sure faith that we shall rise again At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.
Page 67 - Alas for a heart that is left forlorn! If you live you must love; if you love, regret, — It were better, perhaps, we had never been born, Or better, at least, we could well forget.
Page 32 - Is low upon his breast, and his high brow, So written with the converse of his God, Beareth the swollen vein of agony. His lip is quivering, and his wonted step...
Page 32 - Which made its language legible, shot back, From her long lashes, as it had been flame. Her noble boy stood by her, with his hand...
Page 142 - Oh, love for a year, a week, a day, But alas for the love that lasts alway...
Page 70 - Yet was there light around her brow, A holiness in those dark eyes, Which show'd — though. wandering earthward now, — Her spirit's home was in the skies.
Page 207 - ... all the worlds shall summer in His smile. Why work I not ? The veriest mote that sports Its one-day life within the sunny beam Has its stern duties. Wherefore have I none ? I will throw off this dead and useless past, As a strong runner, straining for his life, Unclasps a mantle to the hungry winds. A mighty purpose rises large and slow From out the fluctuations of my soul, As, ghost-like, from the dim and tumbling sea Starts the completed moon.