The Pirate's Daughter, Volumen2

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Ely and Robinson, 1845

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Página 82 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Página 160 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Página 25 - I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
Página 117 - Loved as youth — woman — genius loves; though now My heart is chill'd and sear'd, and taught to wear That falsest of false things — a mask of smiles ; Yet every pulse throbs at the memory Of that which has been ! Love is like the glass, That throws its own rich colour over all, And makes all beautiful. The morning looks Its very loveliest, when the fresh air Has tinged the cheek we love with its glad red ; And the hot noon...
Página 38 - For she was timid as the wintry flower, That, whiter than the snow it blooms among, Droops its fair head submissive to the power Of every angry blast which sweeps along, Sparing the lovely trembler, while the strong Majestic tenants of the leafless wood It levels low.
Página 209 - No warmth — no life — my child, my child ! Oh for one parting word, One murmur of that lute-like voice, Though but an instant heard ! " She is not- dead — she could not die — So young, so fair, so pure ; Spare me. in pity spare this blow ! All else I can endure. Take hope, take peace, this blighted head Strike with thy heaviest rod ; But leave me this, thy sweetest boon, Give back my child, O God...
Página 154 - Hark ! heard ye not that piercing cry, Which shook the waves and rent the sky? E'en now, e'en now, on yonder western shores, Weeps pale despair, and writhing anguish roars ; E'en now in Afric's groves, with hideous yell. Fierce slavery stalks, and slips the dogs of hell; From vale to vale the gathering cries rebound. And sable nations tremble at the sound ! Ye bands of senators...
Página 145 - Tis hard to deem that misery can be m'gh ; Where the clear heavens in blue transparence glow, Life should bo calm and cloudless as the sky ; — Yet o'er the low, dark dwellings of the dead, Verdure and flowcrsm summer-bloom may smile, And ivy-boughs their graceful drapery spread In green luxuriance o'er the ruin...
Página 176 - None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair.
Página 103 - It is not a development, but a positive institution. It is not a voluntary compact, but an express and specific ordinance and power of God. " Are we not one ? Are we not joined by Heaven ? Each interwoven with the other's fate ? Are we not mixed like streams of meeting rivers, Whose blended waters are no more distinguished, But roll into the sea one common flood ? " The household is made up of those who reside under the same roof, and come under a common domestic arrangement and management.

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