King's Cope: A Novel

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Loring, 1870 - 172 pages
 

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Page 54 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 23 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Page 47 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away ; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Page 66 - OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountains flow : Few — and by still conflicting powers Forbidden here to meet — Such ties would make this life of ours Too fair for aught so fleet.
Page 76 - Her* divine skill taught me this, That from every thing I saw I could some instruction draw, And raise pleasure to the height Through the meanest object's sight. By the murmur of a spring, Or the least bough's rustelling ; By a Daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree ; She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Page 49 - Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud : anon she shook her head, And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee; Unclad herself in haste: adown the stair Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid From pillar unto pillar, until she reach'd The gateway; there she found her palfrey trapt In purple blazon'd with armorial gold.
Page 64 - Yet what binds us, friend to friend, But that soul with soul can blend ? Soul-like were those hours of yore; Let us walk in soul once more ! " Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee ; Take, — I give it willingly; For, invisible to thee, Spirits twain have crossed with me !" " O, that is beautiful, — ' beautiful exceedingly !' Who translated it ? "
Page 76 - Have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, More than my tongue e'er could. My mind's the same It ever was to you : where I find worth, I love the keeper till he let it go, And then I follow it.

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