The American Mail-bag, Or Tales of the War

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Ward and Lock, 1863 - 348 páginas
 

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Página 155 - PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 240 - Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings; That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
Página 278 - SHE turned the fair page with her fairer hand — More fair and frail than it was wont to be — O'er each remembered thing he loved to see She lingered, and as with a fairy's wand Enchanted it to order. Oft she fanned New motes into the sun ; and as a bee Sings thro' a brake of bells, so murmured she, And so her patient love did understand The reliquary room.
Página 311 - And many a plighted maid and wife And mother, who can say since then " My country," cannot say through life "My son," "my spouse," "my flower of men,
Página 100 - And Mizpah ; for he said, The LORD watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.
Página 166 - WHY thus longing, thus for ever sighing For the far-off, unattained, and dim ; While the beautiful all around thee lying, Offers up its low, perpetual hymn...
Página 148 - The smell of phosphorus is one of them. During a year or two of adolescence I used to be dabbling in chemistry a good deal, and as about...
Página 27 - ... would I flee from the cruel madness of love, The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill. Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life.
Página 278 - Then she touches a sweet string Of soft recall, and towards the Eastern hill Smiles all her soul — for him who cannot hear The raven croaking at his carrion ear.
Página 23 - Revenge has produced wonderful examples of this unremitting constancy to a purpose. Zanga is a well-supported illustration. And you may have read a real instance of a Spaniard, who, being injured by another inhabitant of the same town, resolved to destroy him; the other was...

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