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Page 260 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure: and in my choice. To reign is worth ambition, though in hell ; Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
Page 133 - To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? And who knows.
Page 264 - Till I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er; I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died, And I lay living by his side.
Page 160 - Passion, interest, or caprice, suggested daily motives for the dissolution of marriage ; a word, a sign, a message, a letter, the mandate of a freedman, declared the separation ; the most tender of human connections was degraded to a transient society of profit or pleasure.
Page 116 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 209 - I'VE borne full many a sorrow, I've suffered many a loss — But now, with a strange, new anguish, I carry this last dread cross; For of this be sure, my dearest, whatever thy life befall, The cross that our own hands fashion is the heaviest cross of all.
Page 282 - RISE ! for the day is passing, And you lie dreaming on ; The others have buckled their armor, And forth to the fight are gone: A place in the ranks awaits you, Each man has some part to play; The Past and the Future are nothing, In the face of the stern Today.
Page 165 - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
Page 137 - Loved life unlovely ; hugging her to death. We give to time eternity's regard ; And, dreaming, take our passage for our port. Life has no value as an end, but means ; An end, deplorable ! a means, divine ! When 'tis our all, 'tis nothing ; worse than nought ; A nest of pains ; when held as nothing, much...
Page 41 - God commandeth; but they rest in ungodliness and filthiness, prancing in their pride, pranking and pricking, pointing and painting themselves, to be gorgeous and gay : they rest in excess and superfluity, in gluttony and drunkenness, like rats and swine : they rest in brawling and railing, in quarrelling and fighting : they rest in wantonness, in toyish talking, in filthy fleshliness...