The valley of a hundred fires. By the author of 'Margaret and her bridesmaids'. |
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Page 202 - The sombre houses hearsed with plumes of smoke. Their attitude and aspect were the same, Alike their features and their robes of white; But one was crowned with amaranth, as with flame, And one with asphodels, like flakes of light. I saw them pause on their celestial way ; Then said I, with deep fear and doubt oppressed, "Beat not so loud, my heart, lest thou betray The place where thy beloved are at rest!
Page 80 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thundering sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Page 157 - I perish in this grave ! But, in a shell received, that drop of dew Unto a pearl of marvellous beauty grew ; And, happy now, the grace did magnify Which thrust it forth, as it had feared, to die ;Until again,
Page 112 - There plays a gladness o'er her fair young brow, As breaks the varied scene upon her sight, Upheaved and spread in verdure and in light For I have taught her, with delighted eye, To gaze upon the mountains, to behold, With deep affection, the pure ample sky, And clouds along its blue abysses rolled, To love the song of waters, and to hear The melody of winds with charmed ear.
Page 142 - My conscience is my crown, Contented thoughts, my rest ; My heart is happy in itself, My bliss is in my breast. Enough I reckon wealth, A mean the surest lot; That lies too high for base contempt, Too low for envy's shot. My wishes are but few, All easy to fulfil : I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will.
Page 194 - But will you not bestow a single one Upon my tomb ?" " Now, mother ! sing the tune You sang last night — I'm weary and must sleep ! Who was it called my name ? — Nay, do not weep. You'll all come soon...
Page 194 - I'm going home, To the good home you speak of, that blest land Where it is one bright summer always, and Storms do not come. ' I must be happy then ! From pain and death you say I shall be free, That sickness never enters there, and we Shall meet again.
Page 12 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Lock'd up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house, What a delicious breath marriage sends forth — The violet bed's not sweeter ! MlDDLETON.
Page 44 - Every man in this age has not a soul of crystal, for all men to read their actions through : men's hearts and faces are so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence.
Page 222 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...