ScrapsJ. C. Walker, 1835 - 192 páginas |
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Página 131 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 47 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning ! If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth ; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy...
Página 109 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Página 105 - Have I not had to wrestle with my lot ? Have I not suffered things to be forgiven ? Have I not had my brain seared, my heart riven, Hopes sapped, name blighted, Life's life lied away, And only not to desperation driven, Because not altogether of such clay As rots into the souls of those whom I survey...
Página 119 - IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IF that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears; If there the cherished heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears — How welcome those untrodden spheres ! How sweet this very hour to die ! To soar from earth and find all fears Lost in thy light — Eternity ! n.
Página 41 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace ; and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Página 121 - Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ; With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreathed chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.
Página 15 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Página 119 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather ; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garland's dead, And all but he departed...
Página 34 - I have never met with such au assemblage of striking and interesting objects. The town dispersed over hills of various shapes ; the river descending from west to east, and obstructed by...