Old Love Stories Retold

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Baker & Taylor Company, 1904 - 183 страници
 

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Страница 93 - Arms are good, her hands bad-ish — her feet tolerable — she is not seventeen — but she is ignorant — monstrous in her behaviour, flying out in all directions, calling people such names — that I was forced lately to make use of the term Minx — this is I think not from any innate vice but from a penchant she has for acting stylishly.
Страница 99 - O that I could be buried near where she lives! I am afraid to write to her — to receive a letter from her — to see her handwriting would break my heart — even to hear of her anyhow, to see her name written, would be more than I can bear. My dear Brown, what am I to do? Where can I look for consolation or ease? If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me. Indeed, through the whole of my illness, both at your house and at Kentish Town, this fever has never ceased wearing me out.
Страница 63 - LEAVE me, O Love, which reachest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be ; Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light, That doth both shine, and give us sight to see.
Страница 24 - When mine eyes had wept for some while, until they were so weary with weeping that I could no longer through them give ease to my sorrow, I bethought me that a few mournful words might stand me instead of tears. And therefore I proposed to make a poem, that weeping I might speak therein of her for whom so much sorrow had destroyed my spirit ; and I then began "The eyes that weep.
Страница 63 - LEAVE ME, O LOVE Leave me, O love which readiest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things. Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Страница 99 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors. — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable...
Страница 40 - Tis how two young lovers met, Aucassin and Nicolete, Of the pains the lover bore And the sorrows he outwore, For the goodness and the grace, Of his love, so fair of face. Sweet the song, the story sweet, There is no man hearkens it, No man living 'neath the sun, So outwearied, so foredone, Sick and woful, worn and sad, But is healed, but is glad 'Tis so sweet.
Страница 98 - My dear Brown, I should have had her when I was in health, and I should have remained well.
Страница 61 - If more may be said, I say All my bliss in thee I lay; If thou love, my love content thee, For all love, all faith, is meant thee. 'Trust me, while I thee deny, In myself the smart I try; Tyrant honour doth thus use thee; Stella's self might not refuse thee.
Страница 26 - I COME to thee by daytime constantly, But in thy thoughts too much of baseness find : Greatly it grieves me for thy gentle mind, And for thy many virtues gone from thee. It was thy wont to shun much company, Unto all sorry concourse ill inclin'd : And still thy speech of me, heartfelt and kind, Had made me treasure up thy poetry.

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