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Page 313 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Page 243 - ... with the Creator — blame me not too harshly for my mortal wishes, nor think that my faith was the less sincere because it was tinted in the most unchanging dyes of the human heart, and indissolubly woven with the memory of the dead ! Often from our weaknesses our strongest principles of conduct are born ; and from the acorn, which a breeze has wafted, springs the oak, which defies the storm.
Page 309 - This cell hath taught me many a hidden thing ; I have become acquainted with my soul Through midnight silence, and through lonely days Silent as midnight. I have found therein A well of waters, undisturbed and deep, Of sustenance, refreshment, and repose." " Supported by the very power of sorrow, And Faith that comes a solemn comforter, Even hand in hand with death." WILSON. " DEAREST LADY MANDEVILLE, " IF you have not already forgotten my wilful, wayward, and ungrateful conduct, I am persuaded it...
Page 169 - I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, That up the lake comes winding far ! To hero bound for battle-strife, Or bard of martial lay, 'Twere worth ten years of peaceful life, One glance at their array ! XVI.
Page 309 - Fitter art thou with that untroubled voice To comfort us than to be comforted. Prisoner. This cell hath taught me many a hidden thing. I have become acquainted with my soul Through midnight silence, and through lonely days Silent as midnight. I have found therein A well of waters undisturbed and deep, Of sustenance, refreshment, and repose.
Page 117 - As for those poor staturs, they always set me shivering — they look so like human creaturs froze to death : I am sure, had I been at home, I would have got up a subscription for some cheap flannel for them. You may get very good flannel to give away for sixpence a-yard at the Lunnun Emporium. But, Lord ! Lord ! one might as well be out of the world as out of Lunnun.
Page 179 - More than accustom'd gladness in her air. Ah ! the heart overacts its part; its mirth, Like light, will all too often take its birth Mid darkness and decay ; those smiles that press, Like the gay crowd round, are not happiness ; For peace broods quiet on her dove-like wings, And this false gaiety a radiance flings, Dazzling but hiding not ; and some who dwelt Upon her meteor beauty, sadness felt ; ff Its very brilliance spoke the fever'd breast ; Thus glitter not the waters when at rest.
Page 161 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...