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Page 137 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
Page 38 - Lie heavy on him, earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee.
Page 163 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 434 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 540 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 122 - The days are now long enough to walk in the Park after dinner; and so I do whenever it is fair. This walking is a strange remedy; Mr. Prior walks to make himself fat, and I to bring myself down ; he has generally a cough, which he only calls a cold : we often walk round the Park together.
Page 199 - oh ! gallant stranger, For hapless ADELGITHA'S love. " For he is in a foreign far land Whose arm should 'now have set me free ; And I must wear the willow garland For him that's dead, or false to me.
Page 251 - DE toutes les habitations où j'ai demeuré ( et jen ai eu de charmantes), aucune ne m'a rendu si véritablement heureux , et ne m'a laissé de si tendres regrets, que l'île de Saint-Pierre, au milieu du lac de Bienne.