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... comfort in fellowship , which is in such strange contrast with the solitude of the vast dark high - road we traverse alone . It is in the section of the New England poem of Kathrina , entitled " Labour , " that we come across this corre ...
... comfort in fellowship , which is in such strange contrast with the solitude of the vast dark high - road we traverse alone . It is in the section of the New England poem of Kathrina , entitled " Labour , " that we come across this corre ...
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... , in my humbled heart , I thought , To me there yet may come a day When o'er my head great waters roll , * And this the single vestige seen Of comfort , earthly or divine , FORECAST SHADOW OF DEATH . My sorrow some day must.
... , in my humbled heart , I thought , To me there yet may come a day When o'er my head great waters roll , * And this the single vestige seen Of comfort , earthly or divine , FORECAST SHADOW OF DEATH . My sorrow some day must.
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... comfort together after dark , they see a white face pressed against the window . pane on the outside , gazing intently into the dusky chamber ; and while they watch , as if fascinated by the appearance , and unable to think or stir , a ...
... comfort together after dark , they see a white face pressed against the window . pane on the outside , gazing intently into the dusky chamber ; and while they watch , as if fascinated by the appearance , and unable to think or stir , a ...
Page 115
... comforts , many a summer's night he walks for hours and hours round the house which once was his , which might be his now , could he but enter and assert his right to it . " But to go with authority , and in his poor , maimed guise ...
... comforts , many a summer's night he walks for hours and hours round the house which once was his , which might be his now , could he but enter and assert his right to it . " But to go with authority , and in his poor , maimed guise ...
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... comfort his friend , when he led him to the top of a turret which overlooked all the piled buildings around , and bade him think how many discontents there had been in those habitations since they were first erected , how many there ...
... comfort his friend , when he led him to the top of a turret which overlooked all the piled buildings around , and bade him think how many discontents there had been in those habitations since they were first erected , how many there ...
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Page 79 - Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day ? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
Page 374 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 334 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Page 352 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 64 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Page 297 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are...
Page 315 - All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night, All along the valley, where thy waters flow, I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago. All along the valley while I walk'd today, The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away; For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed Thy living voice to me...
Page 220 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 4 - Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower, To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower Looked ere his eyes were closed.
Page 273 - Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes...