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... impressive in its contour than his diminutive figure . His eyes , however , were dark and fine ; his fore- head bony , and with what a phrenologist would recognise as large bumps of wit ; the mouth pleasingly dimpled xxvi PREFATORY NOTICE .
... impressive in its contour than his diminutive figure . His eyes , however , were dark and fine ; his fore- head bony , and with what a phrenologist would recognise as large bumps of wit ; the mouth pleasingly dimpled xxvi PREFATORY NOTICE .
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... dark mortality to shine . Such was the Essence that in Adam dwelt , To which all Heaven , except the Proud One , knelt : * Such the refined Intelligence that glowed In Moussa's frame , -- and , thence descending , flowed Through many a ...
... dark mortality to shine . Such was the Essence that in Adam dwelt , To which all Heaven , except the Proud One , knelt : * Such the refined Intelligence that glowed In Moussa's frame , -- and , thence descending , flowed Through many a ...
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... dark Mountains swiftly wandering , Enriched by every pilgrim brook that shines With relics from Buchara's ruby mines , And lending to the Caspian half its strength , In the cold Lake of Eagles sinks at length There , on the banks of ...
... dark Mountains swiftly wandering , Enriched by every pilgrim brook that shines With relics from Buchara's ruby mines , And lending to the Caspian half its strength , In the cold Lake of Eagles sinks at length There , on the banks of ...
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... dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity whose fading is love's death ! - But lost , inflamed ...
... dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity whose fading is love's death ! - But lost , inflamed ...
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... dark yoke the spirits of mankind , More subtle chains than hell itself e'er twined . No art was spared , no witchery ; -all the skill His demons taught him was employed to fill Her mind with gloom and ecstasy by turns-- That gloom ...
... dark yoke the spirits of mankind , More subtle chains than hell itself e'er twined . No art was spared , no witchery ; -all the skill His demons taught him was employed to fill Her mind with gloom and ecstasy by turns-- That gloom ...
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Strona 70 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Strona 372 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
Strona 131 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Strona 368 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Strona 330 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No ! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love by a standard like this ! SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
Strona 369 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Strona 324 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Strona 49 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Strona 359 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame?
Strona 130 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...