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Pagina 118 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Pagina 175 - She makes fierce spoil, and swells with wicked triumph To bury her lean knuckles in his eyes : Then doth she gnaw the pale and o'er-grown nails From his dry hand : but if she find some life Yet lurking close, she bites his gelid lips, And sticking her black tongue in his dry throat, She breathes dire murmurs, which enforce him bear Her baneful secrets to the spirits of horror.
Pagina 152 - twas visible— I saw not, but I felt that it was there. That which I saw was the revealed abode Of Spirits in beatitude: my heart Swelled in my breast—' I have been dead,' I cried,
Pagina 8 - WHENCE that low voice! — A whisper from the heart, That told of days long past, when here I roved With friends and kindred tenderly beloved ; Some who had early mandates to depart, Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart By Duddon's side ; once more do we unite, Once more beneath the kind Earth's tranquil light ; And smothered joys into new being start From her unworthy seat...