The Heir of RedclyffeMacmillan and Company, 1880 - 524 páginas |
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Página 428 - Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath : for it is written, Vengeance is mine ; I will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore, if thine enemy hunger, feed him ; if he thirst, give him drink : for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.
Página 105 - Sits hush'd his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born cavalier. The Star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know — But where is County Guy?
Página 250 - Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears...
Página 137 - Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the markets overflow. I have but an angry fancy: what is that which I should do?
Página 58 - Do not let us lie at all. Do not think of one falsity as harmless, and another as slight, and another as unintended. Cast them all aside : they may be light and accidental ; but they are an ugly soot from the smoke of the pit, for 11 that ; and it is better that our hearts should be swept clean of them, without over care as to which is largest or blackest.
Página 262 - Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Página 229 - The longing for ignoble things; The strife for triumph more than truth; The hardening of the heart, that brings Irreverence for the dreams of youth...
Página 380 - Ever the richest tenderest glow Sets round th' autumnal sun— But there sight fails : no heart may know The bliss when life is done.
Página 99 - Valley" will not bear a comparison with the " Hall of Eblis." BRIDE OF ABYDOS, A TURKISH TALE. " Hart we never loved so kindly, " Had we never loved so blindly, " Never met or never parted, " We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 328 - Not, that he may not here Taste of the cheer : But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head ; So must he sip, and think Of better drink He may attain to, after he is dead.