Titan

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Page 2 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...
Page 633 - I should mention just here, that out of Miss Flora's Two hundred and fifty or sixty adorers, I had just been selected as he who should throw all The rest in the shade, by the gracious bestowal On myself after twenty or thirty rejections, Of those fossil remains which she called her " affections," And that rather decayed, but well-known work of art, Which Miss Flora persisted in styling her
Page 430 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheered with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Page 595 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Page 634 - Stnckups' grand ball — Their cards had been out a fortnight or so, And set all the Avenue on the tip-toe — • I considered it only my duty to call, And see if Miss Flora intended to go. I found her — as ladies are apt to be found, "When the time intervening between the first sound Of the bell and the visitor's entry is shorter Than usual — I found — I won't say I caught her — Intent on the pier-glass, undoubtedly meaning To see if, perhaps, it didn't need cleaning. She turned as I entered....
Page 637 - Too sad for belief, but, alas ! 'twas too true, Whose husband refused, as savage as Charon, To permit her to take more than ten trunks to Sharon. The consequence was, that when she got there, At the end of three weeks she had nothing to wear; And when she proposed to finish the season At Newport, the monster refused out and out, For his infamous conduct alleging no reason, Except that the waters were good for his gout.
Page 632 - Spent six consecutive weeks, without stopping, In one continuous round of shopping — Shopping alone, and shopping together, At all hours of the day, and in all sorts of weather, For all manner of things that a woman can put On the crown of her head, or the sole of her foot...
Page 634 - I'm to polka as much as I please, And flirt when I like — now stop, don't you speak — And you must not come here more than twice in the week, Or talk to me either at party or ball, But always be ready to come when I call; So don't prose to me about duty and stuff, If we don't break this off, there will be time enough For that sort of thing ; but the bargain must be That, as long as I choose, I am perfectly free, For this is a sort of engagement, you see, Which is binding on you but not binding...
Page 131 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...
Page 637 - OH, ladies ! dear ladies ! the next sunny day Pjease trundle your hoops just out of Broadway, From its whirl and its bustle, its fashion and pride, And the temples of Trade which tower on each side, To the alleys and lanes where Misfortune and Guilt Their children have gathered— their city have built ; Where Hunger and Vice, like twin beasts of prey, Have hunted their victims to gloom and despair : Raise the rich dainty dress, and the fine broidered...

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