The Metropolitan, Volumen 47James Cochrane, 1846 |
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Página 49
... thou bear'st all things- A shadow as from angels ' wings , That , hovering near 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 ...
... thou bear'st all things- A shadow as from angels ' wings , That , hovering near 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 ...
Página 69
... thou canst mint The fond desires in thy capricious brain ; Nor dread denial causing 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 ...
... thou canst mint The fond desires in thy capricious brain ; Nor dread denial causing 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 ...
Página 88
... thou reserved in store ? Where are the glorious scenes , the voices pleasant , That the tired heart may own , and cry no more To - morrow , yet to - morrow ? To - morrow ! broken bubble of the dreaming , Cheat of the heart to its own ...
... thou reserved in store ? Where are the glorious scenes , the voices pleasant , That the tired heart may own , and cry no more To - morrow , yet to - morrow ? To - morrow ! broken bubble of the dreaming , Cheat of the heart to its own ...
Página 94
... thou know'st me , and seeing me , doth not Think me for the man I am , necessity Commands me name myself . ' That's his style exactly . But a truce to vain regrets , I must stick to my last to the last . Well , what with the bottle of ...
... thou know'st me , and seeing me , doth not Think me for the man I am , necessity Commands me name myself . ' That's his style exactly . But a truce to vain regrets , I must stick to my last to the last . Well , what with the bottle of ...
Página 131
... thou must go away , The mere acquaintance as thou art Of but the present day . What secret charm dost thou possess Which can the fount unseal Of sorrow , -making me confess Pangs I would fain conceal ? Thou hast no hallow'd memories Of ...
... thou must go away , The mere acquaintance as thou art Of but the present day . What secret charm dost thou possess Which can the fount unseal Of sorrow , -making me confess Pangs I would fain conceal ? Thou hast no hallow'd memories Of ...
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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...