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Página 22 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Página 18 - Are we not thus, under the guise of orthodoxy, mocked in our belief that we have a High Priest who can be touched with a feeling of our infirmities...
Página 237 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose.
Página 48 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love virtue; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Página 216 - With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native land— Good Night !
Página 111 - And so be set down as a disappointed young lady, acting from pique." Grace was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, it was no longer in such light accents as she had hitherto done.
Página 60 - You do it for me, aunt." " But how much shall I say ? It must be no more than you have in your purse, for the money will be called for this afternoon.
Página 75 - REFLECTED ou the lake I love To see the stars of evening glow, So tranquil in the heavens above, So restless in the wave below. Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.
Página 112 - The poor girl sighed as remembrances of the past, when she was happy in his professed regard, came crowding upon her thoughts ; but the prospect of regaining his esteem quickly banished unavailing regret, and she determined that nothing should be wanting on her part to accomplish so desirable an end. It was the second day subsequent to the foregoing conversation, and amongst the travellers on the outside of a Portsmouth coach was an officer of the army, in an undress uniform, attended by a dapper...