Arvon; or The trials, Volumen2;Volumen244


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Página 23 - I go to prove my soul! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not: but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time!
Página 93 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Página 137 - How earnest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. ROMEO With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls ; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt ; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
Página 49 - In hope, a king doth go to war! In hope, a lover lives full long ! In hope, a merchant sails full far ! In hope, just men do suffer wrong ! In hope, the ploughman sows his seed ! Thus Hope helps thousands at their need ! Then faint not, heart ! among the rest, Whatever chance, hope thou the best...
Página 129 - Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry can be in aught believed, Descending spirits have conversed with man, And told the secrets of the world unknown.
Página 133 - Why shouldst thou, but for some felonious end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars That Nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps With everlasting oil to give due light To the misled and lonely traveller?
Página 83 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love virtue; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Página 156 - Real glory Springs from the silent conquest of ourselves ; And without that, the conqueror Is naught But the first slave ! —Thomson.

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