The Mustee: Or, Love and Liberty

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Shepard, Clark, & Brown, 1859 - 483 Seiten
 

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Seite 134 - Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Seite 413 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind...
Seite 109 - In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Seite 300 - Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters ; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail. Thus to their hopeless eyes...
Seite 413 - Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth, But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North ; So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth; xcix.
Seite 260 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast — its splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day ! You understand me ? I have said enough ? Fest.
Seite 250 - Tis she! — but why that bleeding bosom gored? Why dimly gleams the visionary sword? Oh, ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
Seite 21 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Seite 351 - Alas ! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert ; whence arise But weeds of dark luxuriance, tares of haste, Rank at the core, though tempting to the eyes, Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies, And trees whose gums are poison ; — such the plants Which spring beneath her steps as Passion flies O'er the world's wilderness, and vainly pants For some celestial...
Seite 78 - Men make resolves, and pass into decrees The motions of the mind ; with how much ease, In such resolves, doth passion make a flaw, % And bring to nothing what was raised to law ! In empire young, scarce warm on Gotham's throne, The dangers and the sweets of...

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