Tales of the hall

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John Murray, Albemarle Street, 1834
 

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Pagina 240 - Locks of pure brown, displayed the encroaching white ; The blood, once fervid, now to cool began, And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man. I rode or walked as I was wont before, But now the bounding spirit was no more ; A moderate pace would now my body heat, A walk of moderate length distress my feet. I showed my stranger guest those hills sublime, But said, " The view is poor, we need not climb.
Pagina 200 - I will not have the churchyard ground, With bones all black and ugly grown, To press my shivering body round, Or on my wasted limbs be thrown. With ribs and skulls I will not sleep, In clammy beds of cold blue clay, Through which the ringed earth-worms creep, And on the shrouded bosom prey...
Pagina 156 - My Damon was the first to wake The gentle flame that cannot die; My Damon is the last to take The faithful bosom's softest sigh : The life between is nothing worth...
Pagina 109 - But oh 1 what storm was in that mind ! what strife, " ' That could compel her to lay down her life ! " ' For she was seen within the sea to wade, " ' By one at distance, when she first had pray'd; " ' Then to a rock within the hither shoal " ' Softly and with a fearful step she stole ; " ' Then, when she gain'd it, on the top she stood "
Pagina 108 - She came not home to share our humble meal, " ' Her father thinking what his child would feel " ' From his hard sentence — still she came not home. " ' The night grew dark, and yet she was not come ; "
Pagina 87 - I loved to walk where none had walk'd before, " About the rocks that ran along the shore ; " Or far beyond the sight of men to stray, " And take my pleasure when I lost my way ; / " For then 'twas mine to trace the hilly heath, " And all the mossy moor that lies beneath : VOL.
Pagina 285 - There is, I feel there is, a world beside ! " Martha, dear Martha ! we shall hear not then " Of hearts distress'd by good or evil men, " But all will constant, tender, faithful be...
Pagina 200 - I'll have my grave beneath an hill, Where, only Lucy's self shall know ; Where runs the pure pellucid rill Upon its gravelly bed below ; There violets on the borders blow, And insects their soft light display, Till, as the morning sun-beams glow, The cold phosphoric fires decay.
Pagina 240 - d the shower that gave me not to choose : In fact, I felt a languor stealing on ; The active arm, the agile hand, were gone ; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and fashions new ; I loved my trees in order to dispose, I...
Pagina 43 - like horses on the road, " Must well be lash'd before they take the load ; " They may be willing for a time to run, " But you must whip them ere the work be done : " To tell a boy, that, if he will improve, " His friends will praise him, and his parents...

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