Adelaide Rosenberg's Troubles

William Poole, 1876 - 204 páginas

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Página 185 - No sun — no moon ! No morn — no noon — No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day — No sky — no earthly view — No distance looking blue — No road — no street — no " t'other side the way " — No end to any Row — No indications where the Crescents go — . No top to any steeple — No recognitions of familiar people — No courtesies for showing 'em — No knowing 'em! No travelling at all — no locomotion, No inkling of the way — no notion —
Página 7 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, ;'-. With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Página 185 - But the broad light glares and beats, And the shadow flits and fleets And will not let me be; And I loathe the squares and streets, And the faces that one meets, Hearts with no love for me: Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep, There to weep, and weep, and weep My whole soul out to thee.
Página 170 - IN going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept, I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept. She sighed sore, and sang full sweet to bring the babe to rest, That would not cease, but cried still, in sucking at her breast.
Página 79 - O, HUSH thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.
Página 65 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround ; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain.
Página 79 - O, hush thee, my babie, the time soon will come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood and waking with day.
Página 27 - ... to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Página 57 - BE kind to one another : This is a world of care ; And there's enough of needful woe For every one to bear : But if you ease the burden That weighs another down, That work of Christian charity Will lighten half your own.
Página 91 - An arm of flesh must fail In such a strife as this ; He only can prevail Whose arm immortal is : "Tis Heaven itself the strength must yield, And weapons fit for such a field. And Heaven supplies them too : The Lord, who never faints, Is greater than the foe, And He is with His saints : Thus...

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