Novels and tales, Volumen1

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Macmillan and Company, 1879
 

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Página 97 - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts shall evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all.
Página 369 - Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him : but weep sore for him that goeth away : for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
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 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 158 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand...
Página 303 - With all tones of waters blending Glorious is the breaking deep ; Glorious, beauteous without ending, God who reigns on heaven's high steep. Hallelujah ! Songs of Ocean never sleep.
Página 262 - Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm." They hadna sailed a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ankers brak, and the top-masts lap, It was sic a deadly storm ; And the waves cam o'er the broken ship, Till a
Página 318 - Grant that as our Lord Jesus Christ has ascended into the heavens, so we may also in heart and mind thither ascend, and with Him continually dwell.
Página 250 - 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 are dead.
Página 197 - Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath : neither give place to the devil.

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