Sadness and Gladness: A Story of the Present Day ...

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232 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
249 ÆäÀÌÁö - I SAW thee weep — the big bright tear Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew...
283 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright.
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be 't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality.
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - And put it to the foil : But you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - Their fleeting forms scarce sooner found than lost : So vanishes our state, so pass our days, So life but opens now, and now decays : The cradle and the tomb, alas!
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis not here that Solitude is known. Through the wide world he only is alone Who lives not for another.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... seated in a heart of courtesy, an eloquence as sweet in the uttering as slow to come to the uttering, a behaviour so noble as gave a majesty to adversity...
298 ÆäÀÌÁö - END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. LONDON : Printed by S. & J. BENTLEY, WILSON, and FLEY, Bangor House, Shoe Lane.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Small grief finds tongues ; full casks are ever found To give, if any, yet but little sound } Deep waters noiseless are ; and this we know, That chiding streams betray small depth below : So when love speechless is, it doth express A depth in love, and that depth bottomless. Now since my love is tongueless, know me such, Who speak so little, 'cause I love so much.

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