The Works of Miss Thackeray, Volume 1Smith, Elder, & Company, 1875 |
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Page 271 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah, who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Page 206 - Ah Love! could you and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Page 281 - IF I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, When I look up, to drop on a new range Of walls and floors, another home than this? Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?
Page 139 - But, alas, Vain earth ! false world ! Foundations must be laid In Heaven ; for 'mid the wreck of IS and WAS, Things incomplete and purposes betrayed Make sadder transits o'er thought's optic glass Than noblest objects utterly decayed.
Page 49 - And every pointed thorn, seemed wrought in glass. In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show, While through the ice the crimson berries glow.
Page 375 - O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro...
Page 422 - YESTERDAY This Day's Madness did prepare; TO-MORROW'S Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
Page 188 - Where are the great, whom thou would'st wish to praise thee? Where are the pure, whom thou would'st choose to love thee? Where are the brave, to stand supreme above thee, Whose high commands, would cheer, whose chiding raise thee? Seek, seeker, in thyself; submit to find In the stones bread; and life in the blank mind.
Page 302 - Now what is love? I pray thee, tell. It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell.