Dorothy: A Tale

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Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1856 - 315 páginas

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Página 57 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 222 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Página 114 - For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without, Firm to their mark, not spent on other things ; Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt, Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings.
Página 104 - He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Página 25 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear • Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it : then, if sickly ears, Deaf 'd with the clamours of their own dear groans.
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Página 72 - This is the curse of life ! that not A nobler, calmer train Of wiser thoughts and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must And not because we will.
Página 37 - There are tones that will haunt us, though lonely Our path be o'er mountain or sea ; There are looks that will part from us only When memory ceases to be...
Página 8 - Her heart securely deems, Cold as the flashing of the brooks In the cold moonlight beams. Her sweet affections, free as wind, Nor fear, nor craving feel ; No secret hollow hath her mind For passion to reveal. Her being's law is gentle bliss, Her purpose, and her duty ; And quiet joy her loveliness, And gay delight her beauty. Then let her walk in mirthful pride, Dispensing joy and sadness, By her light spirit fortified In panoply of gladness. The joy she gives shall still be her's, The sorrow shall...

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