The Last of the Plantagenets: An Historical Romance Illustrating Some of the Public Events, and Domestic and Ecclesiastical Manners, of the Fifteenth and Sixteenth Centuries, Volumen2

J & J Harper, 1829
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Página 177 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there...
Página 177 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Página 126 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good night...
Página 126 - ... sacrament publicly, and appointed an eloquent and devout friar to preach a sermon of contempt of the world, and of the happiness and benefit of a quiet and contemplative life, which the friar did most affectionately. After which sermon, the Emperor took occasion to declare openly, " that the preacher had begot in him a resolution to lay down his dignities, and to forsake the world, and betake himself to a monastical life.
Página 99 - Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber.
Página 18 - Dalmatia, Poland, where not, sir ? I have been a poor servitor, by sea and land, any time this fourteen years, and followed the fortunes of the best commanders in Christendom. I was twice shot at the taking of Aleppo, once at the relief of Vienna ; I have been at Marseilles, Naples, and the...
Página 177 - And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart...
Página 158 - Oh Death ! where is thy sting ? Oh Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of Death is sin, and the strength of sin is the Law.
Página 156 - Which broke her thread of life, and rent a husband's heart. How shall I e'er forget that dreadful hour, When, feeling death's resistless power, My hand she press'd, wet with her falling tears, And thus, in faltering accents, spoke her fears...
Página 135 - Contemn riches, and thou shalt be rich ; contemn glory, and thou shalt be glorious ; contemn injuries, and thou shalt be a conqueror ; contemn rest, and thou shalt gain rest ; contemn earth, and thou shalt find Heaven.

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