Mary Graham, Volume 2;Volume 122

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Página 225 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Página 238 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Página 62 - Death is swallowed up in victory. 0 death, where is thy sting ? 0 grave, where is thy victory ? The sting of death is sin ; and the strength of sin is the Law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Página 249 - THIS is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been.
Página 37 - So, she leaning on her husband's arm, they turned homeward by a rosy path which the gracious sun struck out for them in its setting. And oh ! there are days in this life worth life and worth death.
Página 207 - How will ye gladden other eyes When mine are sealed in death. Alas ! for human sacrifice, The stain of every clime ; For all whose youth unpitied dies, The lost, the doomed of time. Ah ! well, well, may that promised shore Be bright with tearless bliss, If it to withered hearts restore Their summers lost on this.
Página 19 - Could ye foresee your spirit's broken wings, Earth's brightest triumphs what despised things, Friendship how feeble, love how fierce a flame, Your joy half sorrow, half your glory shame, Hollowness, weariness, and, worst of all, Self-scorn that pities, not its own deep fall, Fast gathering darkness, and fast waning light, Oh could ye see it all, ye might, ye might Cower in the dust, unequal to the strife, And die, but in beholding what is life. " Life is before ye — from the fated road Ye cannot...
Página 1 - ... where the tempest sweeps The desert waves ; Some where the myrtle weeps On Roman graves. And pale young faces gleam With solemn eyes ; Like a remember'd dream The dead arise ; In the red track of war The restless sweep : In sunlit graves afar The loved ones sleep. The braes are...
Página 153 - She's all my fancy painted her, she's lovely, she's divine, But her heart it is another's, she never can be mine. Yet loved I as man never loved, a love without decay, Oh, my heart, my heart is breaking for the love of Alice Gray.
Página 19 - ... of that sealed book, Strong as ye are in youth, and hope, and faith, Ye should sink down, and falter, " Give us death !" Could the dread Sphinx's lips but once disclose, And utter but a whisper of the woes Which must o'ertake ye, in your lifelong doom, Well might ye cry, " Our cradle be our tomb !" Could ye foresee your spirit's broken wings, Earth's brightest triumphs what despised things, Friendship how feeble, love how fierce a flame, Your joy half sorrow, half your glory shame, Hollowness,...

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