Guerndale: An Old Story

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1887 - 444 Seiten
 

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Seite 230 - She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty . . . men, you call such, I suppose . . . she may discover All her soul to, if she pleases, And yet leave much as she found them : But I'm not so, and she knew it When she fixed me, glancing round them.
Seite 306 - Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.
Seite 84 - Eat, drink and die, for we are souls bereaved: Of all the creatures under heaven's wide cope We are most hopeless, who had once most hope, And most beliefless, that had most believed.
Seite 255 - As ships becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce long leagues apart descried ; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side...
Seite 133 - Jericho ; with the cursing wherewith Elisha cursed the children ; and with all the cursings which are written in the Book of the Law ; cursed be he by day, and cursed by night; cursed when he lieth down, and cursed when he riseth up ; cursed when he goeth out, and cursed when he cometh...
Seite 269 - And all his stature waxed immeasurable, As of one shadowing heaven and lightening hell ; And statelier stood he than a tower that stands And darkens with its darkness far-off sands Whereon the sky leans red ; And with a voice that stilled the winds he said : ' I am he that was thy lord before thy birth, I am he that is thy lord till thou turn earth : I make the night more dark, and all the morrow Dark as the night whose darkness was my breath : O fool, my name is sorrow ; Thou fool, my name is death.
Seite 28 - There's a great text in Galatians, Once you trip on it, entails Twenty-nine distinct damnations, One sure, if another fails; If I trip him just a-dying, Sure of heaven as sure can be, Spin him round and send him flying Off to hell, a Manichee?
Seite 220 - Thought he, I understand your play, And how to quit you your own way. He that will win his dame, must do As Love does, when he bends his bow ; With one hand thrust the Lady from, And with the other pull her home. I grant...
Seite 384 - So go forth to the world, to the good report and the evil! Go, little book! thy tale, is it not evil and good? Go, and if strangers revile, pass quietly by without answer. Go, and if curious friends ask of thy rearing and age, 220 Say, 7 am flitting about many years from brain unto brain of Feeble and restless youths born to inglorious days: But...
Seite 133 - Lord burn upon this man, and bring upon him all the curses which are written in the Book of the Law. The Lord blot out his name under heaven.

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