Cleveden, by Stephen Yorke, Volumul 11876 |
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Pagina 245 - We are puppets, Man in his pride, and Beauty fair in her flower; Do we move ourselves, or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board, and others ever succeed?
Pagina 208 - Held sacred for thy bower, Wherever he may sport himself and play. 'To Sorrow, I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind. But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind: I would deceive her And so leave her, 180 But ah! she is so constant and so kind.
Pagina 122 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil ; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness ; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!
Pagina 182 - Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, Mine may strive : Bitterly we re-embrace, Single still. n. Was it something said, Something done, Vexed him ? was it touch of hand, Turn of head ? Strange ! that very way Love begun : I as little understand Love's decay.
Pagina 133 - To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we, — well, friends the merest Keep much that...
Pagina 26 - Be still, for you only trouble the mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice, A glory I shall not find. Still ! I will hear you no more, For your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass, and adore, Not her, who is neither courtly nor kind, Not her, not her, but a voice.
Pagina 94 - The rover came back from a far distant land, And he claimed of the maiden her long-promised hand '. But he built, ere he won her, the bridge of his vow, And the lovers of Egton pass over it now ! FETE DU ROI DBS FRANCAIS.— 1 MAI.
Pagina 243 - Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard : I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Pagina 94 - Hilda ! hear my vow ! — No lover again in my native plain, Shall be thwarted as I am now. One day I'll come to claim my bride, As a worthy and wealthy man ! And my well-earned gold shall raise a bridge Across the torrent's span.
Pagina 68 - It was spring time, too; and all were coming forth in clusters crowded for very love; there was room enough for all, but they crushed their leaves into all manner of strange shapes only to be nearer each other. There was the...