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... heart . We ask ourselves , as we stand and gaze entranced on such scenes of beauty and tranquillity , " Can the shriek of despair ever have rent the profound silence of these dark woods ? can the hot tears of anguish and remorse have ...
... heart . We ask ourselves , as we stand and gaze entranced on such scenes of beauty and tranquillity , " Can the shriek of despair ever have rent the profound silence of these dark woods ? can the hot tears of anguish and remorse have ...
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... heart with a strange feeling of sadness ; it spoke of a stern , deep - seated grief . Across this senseless heap of clay , there lay one , who alone breathed in this scene of mor- tality . He was a young man , and his attitude betokened ...
... heart with a strange feeling of sadness ; it spoke of a stern , deep - seated grief . Across this senseless heap of clay , there lay one , who alone breathed in this scene of mor- tality . He was a young man , and his attitude betokened ...
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... hearts could break in so fair a world , and how faith could fail , or love cease ! Love ! -mysterious word , which ... heart poured forth verses breathing of passion and devotion , and eternal constancy - constancy even beyond the ...
... hearts could break in so fair a world , and how faith could fail , or love cease ! Love ! -mysterious word , which ... heart poured forth verses breathing of passion and devotion , and eternal constancy - constancy even beyond the ...
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... heart . What then had brought this ardent and high - wrought soul into the prostration of misery we have described , as he lay sorrowing on the newly - made grave ? It was that even on the very threshold of life , he had suddenly found ...
... heart . What then had brought this ardent and high - wrought soul into the prostration of misery we have described , as he lay sorrowing on the newly - made grave ? It was that even on the very threshold of life , he had suddenly found ...
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... heart of Alfonso's bride , soon communicated itself to his enthusiastic soul , and if ever peace , and joy , and tempered bliss were realised on earth it was beneath the humble roof of this loving pair . Months passed , and the glow of ...
... heart of Alfonso's bride , soon communicated itself to his enthusiastic soul , and if ever peace , and joy , and tempered bliss were realised on earth it was beneath the humble roof of this loving pair . Months passed , and the glow of ...
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278 psl. - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
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91 psl. - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
226 psl. - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
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200 psl. - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...