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Paul Ulric: Or, the Adventures of an Enthusiast;, Volume 2
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Página 98 - at the Mount of St Mary's, in the stony stage where I now stand, I have brought you some fine biscuits, baked in the oven of charity, carefully conserved for the chickens of the church, the sparrows of the spirit, and the sweet swallows of salvation.
Página 66 - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Página 112 - By your leave, Memory, you are not alone troubled; chronologers many of them are so fantastic, as when they bring a captain to the combat, lifting up his revengeful arm to dispart the head of his enemy, they'll hold up his arms so long, till they have bestowed three or four pages in describing the gold hilts of his threatening falchion: so that in my fancy the reader may well wonder his adversary stabs him not, before he strikes.
Página 193 - And troubled blood through his pale face was seen To come and go, with tidings from the heart, As it a running messenger had been.
Página 145 - Can nought be done? All things are possible — Wave high your torches on each crag and cliff — Let many lights blaze on our battlements — Shout to them in the pauses of the storm, And tell them there is hope — And let our deep-toned bell its loudest peal Send cheerly o'er the deep — 'Twill be a comfort to the wretched souls In their extremity — All things are possible; Fresh hope may give them strength, and strength deliverance — I'll hie me forth with you.
Página 93 - WHAT equal torment to the grief of mind And pining anguish hid in gentle heart, That inly feeds itself with thoughts unkind, And nourisheth her own consuming smart...
Página 145 - Tis heaven above, around, below. Majestic o'er the sparkling tide, See the tall vessel sail, With swelling winds in shadowy pride, A swan before the gale : Deep-laden merchants rode behind ; — But, fearful of the fickle wind, Britannia's cheek grew pale, When, lessening through the flood of light, Their leader vanish'd from her sight.
Página 146 - When forced to part from those we love. Though sure to meet to-morrow ; We yet a kind of anguish prove And feel a touch of sorrow. But oh ! what words can paint the fears When from these friends we sever. Perhaps to part for months — for years — Perhaps to part forever.