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... bear the world's unpitying blight , Unbidden , would have dared the presence of their God , Had He not saved them ! In this Asylum They have found a haven — a secure retreat— A refuge from the world . How many more Would hasten to our ...
... bear the world's unpitying blight , Unbidden , would have dared the presence of their God , Had He not saved them ! In this Asylum They have found a haven — a secure retreat— A refuge from the world . How many more Would hasten to our ...
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... friends , but , above all , the reproaches of her parents . She cannot bear the thoughts of inflicting upon them such a bitter * Herbert's picture of " The Outcast . " pang , and of witnessing their grief . Yielding to THE OUTCAST . 5.
... friends , but , above all , the reproaches of her parents . She cannot bear the thoughts of inflicting upon them such a bitter * Herbert's picture of " The Outcast . " pang , and of witnessing their grief . Yielding to THE OUTCAST . 5.
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... bear unmoved the presence of the King of Terrors ? Surely not she , whose conscience reproaches her with guilt ; not she , who dares not brave the censures of the world . Warriors are immortalized for braving death , but a poor weak ...
... bear unmoved the presence of the King of Terrors ? Surely not she , whose conscience reproaches her with guilt ; not she , who dares not brave the censures of the world . Warriors are immortalized for braving death , but a poor weak ...
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... bears it ! Yet they are but thorns ! Have they the power to make Thee shrink ? Thou ! -a God ! Have they the power To make Thine eye so lustreless ? The burthen of the world is there ! The weight of man's transgression ! Language has ...
... bears it ! Yet they are but thorns ! Have they the power to make Thee shrink ? Thou ! -a God ! Have they the power To make Thine eye so lustreless ? The burthen of the world is there ! The weight of man's transgression ! Language has ...
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... bear some faint resem- blance to the Parthenon at Athens , supporting a substantial roof , ornamented by little stone obe- lisks at the corners , and bearing in the middle a small square tower , from which the town clock proclaims in ...
... bear some faint resem- blance to the Parthenon at Athens , supporting a substantial roof , ornamented by little stone obe- lisks at the corners , and bearing in the middle a small square tower , from which the town clock proclaims in ...
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Page 42 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Page 157 - O my brother! my brother! why hast thou slain my Salgar? why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love!
Page 157 - Rise, moon! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night, arise! Lead me, some light, to the place where my love rests from the chase alone! his bow near him, unstrung: his dogs panting around him. But here I must sit alone, by the rock of the mossy stream. The stream and the wind roar aloud. I hear not the voice of my love!
Page 157 - It is night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds ! Rise, moon!
Page 185 - Thou hast no mother to mourn thee, no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan. "Who on his staff is this? Who is this whose head is white with age, whose eyes are red with tears, who quakes at every step?
Page 157 - O wind! stream, be thou silent a while! let my voice be heard around. Let my wanderer hear me! Salgar! it is Colma who calls. Here is the tree and the rock. Salgar, my love! I am here. Why delayest thou thy coming?
Page 187 - Before morning appeared her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief, she expired; and left thee, Armin, alone. Gone is my strength in war! fallen my pride among women! When the storms aloft arise; when the north lifts the wave on high; I sit by the sounding shore, and look on the fatal rock. Often by the setting moon, I see the ghosts of my children. Halfviewless, they walk in mournful conference together.
Page 192 - I do not hesitate for a moment to say, that the scenery in passing from Clifden to the Killeries and Leenane is the finest in Ireland. In boldness of character, nothing at Killarney comes at all near to it ; and although the deficiency of wood excludes the possibility of a competition with Killarney in picturesque beauty, I am certainly of opinion, that the scenery of this part of...
Page 186 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Page 157 - Who lie on the heath beside me? Are they my love and my brother? Speak to me, O my friends! To Colma they give no reply. Speak to me: I am alone! My soul is tormented with fears! Ah! they are dead! Their swords are red from the fight.