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Strona 119
... Bertha , " said he then turning to the Austrians , he added , " Our countries are not yet at war , and ye are honourable knights . der is my habitation , and should your curiosity lead you to explore the shores of Underwalden , do not ...
... Bertha , " said he then turning to the Austrians , he added , " Our countries are not yet at war , and ye are honourable knights . der is my habitation , and should your curiosity lead you to explore the shores of Underwalden , do not ...
Strona 122
... Bertha was not unused to society ; she had accompanied her parents in many of their visits to the gentry of the neighbouring districts , and her father's mansion was the seat of hospitality . Eyloff was not a libertine : his native ...
... Bertha was not unused to society ; she had accompanied her parents in many of their visits to the gentry of the neighbouring districts , and her father's mansion was the seat of hospitality . Eyloff was not a libertine : his native ...
Strona 123
... Bertha , ' here is the youth I am fated to love ; yet ah ! will he regard the poor Swiss girl ? Hide , maidenly reserve , hide from him , the danger- ous secret , lest its knowledge disgust him , and turn him from me for ever . ' It was ...
... Bertha , ' here is the youth I am fated to love ; yet ah ! will he regard the poor Swiss girl ? Hide , maidenly reserve , hide from him , the danger- ous secret , lest its knowledge disgust him , and turn him from me for ever . ' It was ...
Strona 124
... Bertha was not an object that could be approached with indifference . And shall we follow them , step by step , over all the gradations , through all the flowery mazes of love's labyrinth ? It might be pleasant , but it would lead too ...
... Bertha was not an object that could be approached with indifference . And shall we follow them , step by step , over all the gradations , through all the flowery mazes of love's labyrinth ? It might be pleasant , but it would lead too ...
Strona 125
... Bertha were stray- ing on the quiet shore . He had declared his love : her eyes , that had been downcast at the avowal , were now turned up to his with ineffable affection , as , pressed to his bosom , she listened to his elo- quent ...
... Bertha were stray- ing on the quiet shore . He had declared his love : her eyes , that had been downcast at the avowal , were now turned up to his with ineffable affection , as , pressed to his bosom , she listened to his elo- quent ...
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Strona 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strona 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Strona 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Strona 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Strona 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Strona 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Strona 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Strona 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Strona 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Strona 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.