Gabriel Denver

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Smith, Elder, & Company, 1873 - 308 páginas
 

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Página 226 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 55 - Come and see ! trust thine own eyes ! A fearful sign stands in the house of life An enemy ; a fiend lurks close behind The radiance of thy planet — O be warned ! Deliver not thyself up to these heathens To wage a war against our holy church.
Página 231 - And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ? And drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou? " One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover — Their blood beats one measure, They murmur proud pleasure Soft and low; — While around the lashed ocean, Like mountains in motion, Is withdrawn and uplifted, Sunk, shattered and shifted To and fro.
Página 171 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves; There rest, if any rest can...
Página 162 - As the storms rock the ravens on high : Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Página 120 - Of brazen chariots rag'd ; dire was the noise Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew, And flying vaulted either host with fire.
Página 91 - If thou thy frailty, sweet, should'st prove, Or my soul thine deny? Yet merging sorrow in delight, Love's dream disputes our devious night. None know, sweet love, nor care a thought For our heart's vague desire; Nor if our longing come to nought, Or burn in aimless fire. Let them alone, we'll waste no sighs, Cling closer, love...
Página 212 - He sat with his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his hands, looking...

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