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Sida 35 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Sida 68 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Sida 25 - A deathless thing ! They know not what they do, Nor what they deal with. Man perchance may bind The flower his step hath bruised ; or light anew' The torch he quenches ; or to music wind Again the lyre-string from his touch that flew; — But for the soul ! — oh ! tremble, and beware To lay rude hands upon God's mysteries there...
Sida 22 - Lucy had (and it was a consolation) clung to the belief that, despite of appearances and his own confession, his past life had not been such as to place him without the pale...
Sida 74 - All things whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, even so do ye unto them : and thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.
Sida 13 - More mortal than the common births of Fate. Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss.
Sida 50 - She laid her hand upon her heart ; her eye flash'd proud and clear, And firmer grew her haughty tread — " My lord is hidden here ! " And if ye seek to view his form, ye first must tear away, From round his secret...
Sida 55 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.