Clemency Franklyn, by the author of 'Janet's home' 2 vols, Volume 1; Volume 2801866 |
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Page 133 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
Page 107 - And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Page 218 - An inventive Age Has wrought, if not with speed of magic, yet To most strange issues. I have lived to mark A new and unforeseen creation rise From out the labours of a peaceful Land Wielding her potent enginery to frame And to produce, with appetite as keen As that of war, which rests not night or day, Industrious to destroy...
Page 271 - A smile of her's was like an act of grace; She had no winsome looks, no pretty frowning, Like daily beauties of the vulgar race : But if she smiled, a light was on her face, A clear, cool kindliness, a lunar beam Of peaceful radiance, silvering o'er the stream Of human thought with unabiding glory; Not quite a waking truth, not quite a dream, A visitation, bright and transitory.
Page 192 - SWEET, thou hast trod on a heart. Pass ; there's a world full of men ; And women as fair as thou art Must do such things now and then. Thou only hast stepped unaware, — Malice, not one can impute ; And why should a heart have been there In the way of a fair woman's foot...
Page 33 - In quella parte del libro della mia memoria, dinanzi alla quale poco si potrebbe leggere, si trova una rubrica, la quale dice: Incipit Vita Nova. Sotto la quale rubrica io trovo scritte le parole, le quali è mio intendimento d' assemprare in questo libello, e se non tutte, almeno la loro sentenzia.
Page 55 - LOOKED for that which is not, nor can be, And hope deferred made my heart sick in truth But years must pass before a hope of youth Is resigned utterly. I watched and waited with a steadfast will : And though the object seemed to flee away That I so longed for, ever day by day I watched and waited still. Sometimes I said : This thing shall be no more ; My expectation wearies and shall cease ; I will resign it now and be at peace : Yet never gave it o'er.
Page 19 - Effingham used to express it, " from the crown of her head to the sole of her foot.
Page 1 - THE WHITE MONTH. BY THE AUTHOR OF 'THE BOSK GARDEN,' 'UNAWARES,' ETC. III. ' Life quiver' d like a rosebud in her hand, Showing the bloom and fragrance at its heart Through films of beauty, not as yet withdrawn, Waiting a warmer touch.
Page 170 - ... arrived from Caen," she wrote. "Your love of country makes me presume that you will have pleasure in hearing of the unfortunate events of that portion of the republic. I shall present myself at your abode about one o'clock ; have the goodness to receive me, and grant me a moment's conversation. I will put you in a position to be of great service to France.