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Страница 273 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Страница 254 - But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door, You gaze TODAY, while You are You — how then TO-MORROW, You when shall be You no more?
Страница 24 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet. Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
Страница 153 - The sacred lowe o' weel-placed love, Luxuriantly indulge it ; But never tempt th' illicit rove, Though naething should divulge it. I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing ; But, och ! it hardens a...
Страница 39 - Oh, no, Sir! no! Those things which are not practicable are not desirable. There is nothing in the world really beneficial that does not lie within the reach of an informed understanding and a well-directed pursuit. There is nothing that God has judged...
Страница 99 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Страница 202 - A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream. Its length ? A minute's pause, a moment's thought. And Happiness ? A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks to naught.
Страница 8 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.