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Seite 270 - Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! How many a tale their music tells, Of youth and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so
Seite 187 - melancholy gaze, which, from the candid and manly character of his countenance, was touching in the extreme. "Connor O'Donovan," said the .judge, "have you anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon you ? ' ' " You have this day been found guilty," proceeded the judge,
Seite 52 - and the Crusaders'. Upon its shore stood Carthage, and across its calm the Syrens sang. These fames and figures passed. But a poet's words remained— I love all waste And solitary places, where we taste The pleasure of believing what we
Seite 80 - made uneasy by me long. It is impossible to describe what I have suffered since I saw you last. I could have borne the rack better than those killing, killing words of yours. Sometimes I have resolved to die without seeing you more, but the resolves to your misfortune, did not last long.
Seite 360 - plovers in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul, like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry. Tell me, my dear friend, to what can this be owing ? Arc we a piece of machinery which, like the
Seite 80 - When I complain, then you are angry ; and there is something awful in your looks that strikes me dumb. Oh! that you may have so much regard left that this complaint may touch your soul with pity. Did you but know what I thought, I am sure it would move you to forgive me,
Seite 360 - know nothing, or next to nothing, of the structure of our souls, so we cannot account for those seeming caprices in them, that one should be particularly pleased with this thing, or struck with that, which, on minds of a
Seite 299 - !"—He obeyed. He sunk—he rose—he lived—he moved, He for the ship struck out ! On board we hailed the lad beloved, With many a manly shout, His father drew, in silent joy, Those wet arms round his neck, Then folded to his heart the boy, 'And fainted on the deck.
Seite 387 - poet of the last generation— He who ascends the mountain tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down