A Puritan Witch: A Romance |
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Page 101 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Page 23 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Page 129 - And other like confed'rate midnight hags, By force of potent spells, of bloody characters, And conjurations horrible to hear, Call fiends and spectres from the yawning deep, And set the ministers of hell at work, To torture and despoil me of my life.
Page 141 - Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul — Ay, till its healthful frame Is chang'd to secret, fest'ring, sore disease, So deadly is the wound.
Page 217 - O, there is nothing holier, in this life of ours, than the first consciousness of love, — the first fluttering of its silken wings ; the first rising sound and breath of that wind which is so soon to sweep through the soul, to purify or to destroy ! Old histories tell us that the great Emperor Charlemagne stamped his edicts with the hilt of his sword.
Page 245 - ... sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal ; as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge — The waves were dead ; the tides were in their grave, The moon their mistress had expired before ; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd ; Darkness had no need Of aid from them — She was the universe.
Page 89 - But through the heart Should jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix'd incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise.
Page 227 - ... at my patience. Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, To rend my heart with grief, and run distracted ? LUCIA.