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Página 1 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? And for that riches where is my deserving? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Página 63 - DOES the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will...
Página 112 - WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new — What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence to your sense? Not friendship's sigh. Not reason's subtle count. Not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew. Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales, Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees To the clear moon ! nor yet the spheric laws Self-chanted,...
Página 178 - Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere ; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough ; Sweet is the eglantine, but pricketh near; Sweet is the firbloom, but his branches rough...
Página 232 - WE, too, have autumns, when our leaves Drop loosely through the dampened air, When all our good seems bound in sheaves, And we stand reaped and bare. Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go ; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all is snow. But each day brings less summer cheer, Crimps more our ineffectual spring, And something earlier every year Our singing birds take wing. As less the olden...
Página 394 - Why were they at church together that Sunday ? I did not quite believe my mother's words till I saw them together." " You ought never to have believed it," I said. " You ought to have trusted her ; you ought to have known her better. I can't pity you even now. though I see you have been deceived. Nesta is not engaged to Mr. Moorsom ; she has never loved any one but you." I think I meant my words to stab him, but I would have recalled them the minute after they were spoken when I saw how sorry he...
Página 347 - Then the old man Was wroth, and doubled up his hands, and said : " You will not, boy ! you dare to answer thus ! But in my time a father's word was law, And so it shall be now for me. Look...
Página 291 - ... of money (mentioning amount) for an honourable purpose, in which your feelings are deeply interested ; and that will do. If anything happens to your Lordship before this time next year, why, I think the trustees could hardly refuse repaying the money ; and if they did, why then,' added Mr. Giles, ' I suppose it will be all the same a hundred years hence.
Página 399 - ... appesed; Thoughe ye thynke longe, yet ye shall be plesed. I wolde, quod I, that it were as ye say. Fye, fye, quod he, dryve suche dyspayre away, And lyve in hope, whych shall do you good. Joy cometh after, whan the payne is past. Be ye pacyent and sobre in mode; To wepe and wayle all is for you in wast: Was never payne, but it had joye at last. In the fayre morrow, ryse and make you redy, At ix.

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