The crown of a life, by the author of 'Agnes Tremorne'.

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Página 290 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears , Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died.
Página 254 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
Página 156 - There cherries grow that none may buy, Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow: Yet them no peer nor prince may buy, Till Cherry- Ripe...
Página 70 - At seasons thro' the gilded pale : For who can always act ? but he, To whom a thousand memories call, Not being less but more than all The gentleness he...
Página 200 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 174 - WALY waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon...
Página 186 - Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair ? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant ? Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant, Bound to thy service with unceasing care— The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak !—though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender...
Página 276 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery; Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above, the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
Página 132 - We know not wherefore ; bounteously made, And yet so finely, that a troublous touch Thinned or would seem to thin her in a day, A joyous to dilate, as toward the light.
Página 204 - Hugh !" she called out, and then sat down again, and put her hand to her heart, as if she had received a blow.

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