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Chatto and Windus., 1889 - Art
 

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Page 85 - For this child I prayed ; and the LORD hath given me my petition which I asked of him : Therefore also I have lent him to the LORD ; as long as he liveth he shall be lent to the LORD.
Page 9 - And the vulture whets his beak o'er the field of Marston Moor. Up rose the Lady Alice from her brief and broken prayer, And she brought a silken standard down the narrow turret stair. Oh, many were the tears that those radiant eyes had shed, As she worked the bright word " Glory " in the gay and glancing thread ; And mournful was the smile which o'er those beauteous features ran, As she said, " It is your lady's gift ; unfurl it in the van.
Page 124 - And as I stooped, her own lips rising there Bubbled with brimming kisses at my mouth.
Page 123 - I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry : be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
Page 12 - CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, .... these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth. Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be...
Page 91 - And from a heart as rough as Esau's hand, He answer'd, "Ride you naked thro' the town, And I repeal it; " and nodding, as in scorn, He parted, with great strides among his dogs. So left alone, the passions of her mind, As winds from all the compass shift and blow, Made war upon each other for an hour, Till pity won. She sent a herald forth, And...
Page 12 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day, And touch the...
Page 121 - Adieu, charmant pays de France, Que je dois tant chérir ! Berceau de mon heureuse enfance, Adieu ! te quitter c'est mourir.
Page 117 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Page 71 - ALL night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champaign held his way, till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of Light.

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