The Metropolitan, Volumen 47James Cochrane, 1846 |
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... thee an Indianized Englishman's home . For myself , could I bear thee away to my " ain land , " And fix thee near Yarrow or Windermere - pshaw ! Your length and your breadth would so straighten the mainland , Our " tight little island ...
... thee an Indianized Englishman's home . For myself , could I bear thee away to my " ain land , " And fix thee near Yarrow or Windermere - pshaw ! Your length and your breadth would so straighten the mainland , Our " tight little island ...
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... thee ; With thy step's familiar fall Ever welcome to us all ; With thy voice so soft and clear , With thy kind look , chasing fear ; With thy holy influence Boundless , yet without pretence ; With thy mild and quiet ways , With thy love ...
... thee ; With thy step's familiar fall Ever welcome to us all ; With thy voice so soft and clear , With thy kind look , chasing fear ; With thy holy influence Boundless , yet without pretence ; With thy mild and quiet ways , With thy love ...
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... thee day by day , Soon must bear thee hence away . Deeper tinting it is not , Of the old shade , unforgot , That was ever lightly thrown There , to chill thyself alone ; If thou ever knew'st regret It spake not , Aunt Margaret . We ...
... thee day by day , Soon must bear thee hence away . Deeper tinting it is not , Of the old shade , unforgot , That was ever lightly thrown There , to chill thyself alone ; If thou ever knew'st regret It spake not , Aunt Margaret . We ...
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... O dream of me , as of attending sprite Watching thee through the perils of the night . Dream , dream of me , until returning day Appears , to chase thy artless fears away ! Dream of me , as the geni who supplies Each 68 Dream on till Morn .
... O dream of me , as of attending sprite Watching thee through the perils of the night . Dream , dream of me , until returning day Appears , to chase thy artless fears away ! Dream of me , as the geni who supplies Each 68 Dream on till Morn .
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... thee a pain . Dream on till morn , that , though against thy will , I may be with thee , at thy waking , still ; Until in thy ungentle breast is wrought , By Pity's alchymy , a kinder thought ; Which , Love transmitting by its magic pow ...
... thee a pain . Dream on till morn , that , though against thy will , I may be with thee , at thy waking , still ; Until in thy ungentle breast is wrought , By Pity's alchymy , a kinder thought ; Which , Love transmitting by its magic pow ...
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Página 55 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Lite cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Página 315 - Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; Nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; Nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
Página 312 - O Lord, my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty; who coverest thyself with light as with a garment ; who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain ; who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters; who maketh the clouds his chariots; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Página 55 - They parted, — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining ; — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent astmder, A dreary sea now flows between ; But neither heat nor frost nor thunder Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Página 315 - Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their wine increased. 8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.
Página 378 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 313 - Their throat is an open sepulchre ; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips: Whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness: Their feet are swift to shed blood: Destruction and misery are in their ways: And the way of peace have they not known: There is no fear of God before their eyes.
Página 315 - Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging : and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.
Página 312 - The LORD will not spare him, but then the anger of the LORD and his jealousy shall smoke against that man, and all the curses that are written in this book shall lie upon him, and the LORD shall blot out his name from under heaven.
Página 93 - Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Vio. I think it well, my lord. Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent...