Nancy, Volumen3

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Richard Bentley and son, 1873 - 280 páginas
 

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Página 230 - LIFE I made a posy, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 125 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Página 96 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight...
Página 244 - and must we see All blissful things depart from us, or ere we go to THEE ? We cannot guess thee in the wood, or hear thee in the wind ? Our cedars must fall round us, ere we see the light behind ? Ay sooth, we feel too strong in weal to need thee on that road, But woe being come, the soul is dumb that crieth not on
Página 220 - ... conduct, and both our majors have mentioned me to lord Sandwich in consequence of it. One captain and one subaltern fell in getting up, and one captain and one subaltern was wounded of our corps : three captains of the 52nd were killed on the parapet, and others that I know nothing of. God bless you ! I did not think, at one time, that I should ever have been able to write this, though in the heat of the action I thought nothing of the matter.
Página 81 - I have such a piece of news for you ! I cannot help laughing as I picture to myself your face of delight : I would make you guess it, only I cannot bear to keep you in suspense. // has all come right ! I am going to marry Frank, after all ! What have I done to deserve such luck ? How can I ever thank God enough for it ? Do you know that my very first thought, when he asked me, was,
Página 235 - And though 111 tongues shall wound me, and our common name Be as a mark stamped on thine innocent brow For men to point at as they pass, do thou Forbear, and never think a thought unkind Of those, who perhaps love thee in their graves. So mayest thou die as I do; fear and pain Being subdued. Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!
Página 86 - ... not it coming now ? — do not I feel it creeping hotly up ? — it may be as little perceptible as possible. " It must be a great, great surprise to you !" he says interrogatively, and still with that sound of extreme and baffled wonder in his tone. " Immense !" reply I. I speak steadily if low ; and I look determinedly back in his face. Whatever colour my cheeks are — I believe they are of the devil's own painting — I feel that my eyes are honest. He has picked up the note, and is reading...
Página 254 - The least touch of their hands in the morning, I keep it by day and by night. Their least steps on the stairs, at the door, still throbs through me, if ever so light. Their least gift, which they left to my childhood, far off, in the long-ago years, Is now turned from a toy to a relic, and seen through the crystal of tears.

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