The Last Fruit Off an Old Tree

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Edward Moxon, 1853 - 520 pages
 

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Page 246 - For where no hope is left, is left no fear : If there be worse, the expectation more Of worse torments me than the feeling can. I would be at the worst, worst is my port, My harbour, and my ultimate repose ; The end I would attain, my final good.
Page 406 - TO AGE WELCOME, old friend! These many years Have we lived door by door: The Fates have laid aside their shears Perhaps for some few more. I was indocile at an age When better boys were taught, But thou at length hast made me sage, If I am sage in aught. Little I know from other men, Too little they from me, But thou hast pointed well the pen That writes these lines to thee.
Page 245 - The fairest of her sex Angelica His daughter, sought by many pro.west knights, Both Paynim, and the peers of Charlemain.
Page 250 - So saying, he caught him up, and, without wing Of hippogrif, bore through the air sublime, Over the wilderness and o'er the plain, Till underneath them fair Jerusalem, The Holy City, lifted high her towers, And higher yet the glorious Temple reared Her pile, far off appearing like a mount Of alabaster, topt with golden spires...
Page 419 - So then, I feel not deeply ! if I did, I should have seized the pen and pierced therewith The passive world ! And thus thou reasonest ? Well hast thou known the lover's, not so well The poet's heart : while that heart bleeds, the hand Presses it close. Grief must run on and pass Into near Memory's more quiet shade Before it can compose itself in song. He who is agonized and turns to show His agony to those who sit around, Seizes the pen in vain : thought, fancy, power, Rush back into his bosom ;...
Page 248 - Gan thunder, and both ends of heaven ; the clouds From many a horrid rift abortive poured Fierce rain with lightning mixed, water with fire In ruin reconciled ; nor slept the winds Within their stony caves, but rushed abroad From the four hinges of the world, and fell On the vexed wilderness...
Page 413 - ... woman's courage in a virtuous breast. She would not leave behind her those she loved : Such solitary safety might become Others, — not her ; not her who stood beside The pallet of the wounded, when the worst ' Of France and Perfidy assailed the walls Of unsuspicious Rome. Rest, glorious soul, Renowned for strength of genius, Margaret ! Rest with the twain too dear ! My words are few, And shortly none will hear my failing voice, But the same language with more full appeal Shall hail thee. Many...
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Page 274 - None could ever say that she, Lesbia ! was so loved by me. Never all the world around Faith so true as mine was found : If no longer it endures (Would it did !) the fault is yours. I can never think again Well of you : I try in vain : But . . be false . . do what you will . . Lesbia ! I must love you still.

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