"O Tender Dolores": A Novel

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Lippincott, 1885 - 338 Seiten
 

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Seite 270 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee; Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Seite 111 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, 'Whispering new joys to the mild ocean— Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Seite 209 - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, — but with delight No more — oh never more!
Seite 116 - tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises ; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises ! Oh, my Nora Creina, dear, My gentle, bashful Nora Creina, Beauty lies In many eyes, But Love in yours, my Nora Creina.
Seite 212 - I wish we were dead together to/day, Lost sight of, hidden away out of sight, Clasped and clothed in the cloven clay, Out of the world's way, out of the light, Out of the ages of worldly weather, Forgotten of all men altogether. As the world's first dead, taken wholly away, Made one with death, filled full of the night.
Seite 110 - And my heart yearns baffled and blind, moved vainly toward thee, and moving As the refluent seaweed moves in the languid exuberant stream, Fair as a rose is on earth, as a rose under water in prison, That stretches and swings to the slow passionate pulse of the sea, Closed up from the air and the sun, but alive, as a ghost rearisen, Pale as the love that revives as a ghost rearisen in me.
Seite 301 - THE LEPER. NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love ; the hidden well-water Is not so delicate to drink : This was well seen of me and her. I served her in a royal house ; I served her wine and curious meat For will to kiss between her brows I had no heart to sleep or eat. Mere scorn God knows she had of me ; A poor scribe, nowise great or fair...
Seite 271 - By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, we wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Seite 3 - IN vain men tell us time can alter Old loves or make old memories falter, That with the old year the old year's life closes. The old dew still falls on the old sweet flowers, The old sun revives the new-fledged hours, The old summer rears the new-born roses.
Seite 145 - The time of lovers is brief ; From the fair first joy to the grief That tells when love is grown old, From the warm wild kiss to the cold, From the red to the white-rose leaf, They have but a season to seem As roseleaves lost on a stream That part not and pass not apart As a spirit from dream to dream, As a sorrow from heart to heart.

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