The Thirst for GoldT. & W. Boone, 1841 |
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Strana 292 - Serene will be our days, and bright And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light, And joy its own security. And blest are they who in the main This faith,
Strana 284 - in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman I Far along From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
Strana 213 - humble cell, The cavern wild with tangling roots, Sits o'er his newly gather'd fruits, Beside his crystal well ! Or haply to his evening thought, By unfrequented stream, The ways of men are distant brought— A faint collected dream: While praising and raising, His thoughts to Heav'n on high, As
Strana 245 - agony, nor greater than all these, The innate tortures of that deep despair, Which is remorse without the fear of hell, But all in all sufficient to itself, Would make a hell of heaven—can exorcise From out the unbounded spirit the quick sense, Of its own
Strana 277 - To make us truly blest; If happiness has not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest.
Strana 180 - Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells, Lonely and lost to light for ever-more, Save when to thine my heart responsive swells, Then trembles into silence as before. There in its centre a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame eternal—but unseen.
Strana 14 - lifts her hands; While like the Sun emerging from a cloud, Her countenance brightens,—and her eye expands, Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows, And she expects the issue in repose.
Strana 48 - and forest; o'er the flower His eye is sparkling, and his breath hath blown, His soft and summer breath, whose tender power, Passes the strength of storms in their most desolate hour.