The Dream Girl

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Doubleday, Page, 1913 - Best friends - 274 pages
 

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Page 81 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination...
Page 271 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Page 53 - ... forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture's hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem. Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go. The gods arrive.
Page 205 - WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new — What hope? what help? what music will undo That silence to your sense ? Not friendship's sigh, Not reason's subtle count ; not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew ; Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress- trees To the clear moon ; nor yet the spheric laws Self-chanted,...
Page 147 - They come and go like muffled and veiled figures, sent from a distant friendly party ; but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
Page 35 - We feel benumbed, and wish to be no more, But in the after-silence on the shore, When all is lost, except a little life.
Page 249 - I do know him A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him.
Page 129 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Page 165 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, " I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark...

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