Malvern; or, The three marriages

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Page 203 - And then shall I behold Him, by whose kind paternal side I sprung, And her, who, still and cold, Fills the next grave — the beautiful and young.
Page 225 - She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me ; Oh ! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye : Her very frowns are fairer far, Than smiles of other maidens are.
Page 158 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face...
Page 67 - HOPES what are they ? — Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass ; Or a spider's web adorning In a strait and treacherous pass.
Page 1 - A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on; For yonder bank hath choice of sun or shade; There I am wont to sit, when any chance Relieves me from my task of servile toil, Daily in the common prison else enjoin'd me, Where I, a prisoner chain'd, scarce freely draw The air imprison'd also, close and damp, Unwholesome draught.
Page 192 - I was merry — I was merry When my little lovers came, With a lily, or a cherry, Or a new invented game ; Now I've you, love — now I've you, love, To kneel before me there ; But you know you're not so true, love, As Childhood's lovers were ! JUNE, 1833.
Page 33 - AN OLD MAN'S WISH. I HAVE lived, and I have loved, Have lived and loved in vain ; Some joys, and many woes have proved, That may not be again ; My heart is cold, my eye is sere, Joy wins no smile, and grief no tear. Fain would I hope, if hope I could, If sure to be deceived, There's comfort in a thought of good, Tho' 'tis not quite believed — For sweet is hope's wild warbled air, But — Oh — its echo is despair.
Page 204 - The love that lived through all the stormy past, And meekly with my harsher nature bore, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last, Shall it expire with life and be no more?
Page 30 - ... more things in heaven and earth than were dreamt of in their philosophy ; they consigned this hapless nonconformist to profound neglect.

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