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Lecture VI. All crush'd and stone-cast in behaviour, She stood as a marble would stand, Then the Saviour bent down, and the Saviour In silence wrote on in the sand.— filed under Charity
Merciful Father, I will not complain. I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain— filed under Compensation
Percy's Reliques. 343. I rest content; I kiss your eyes, I kiss your hair in my delight: I kiss my hand and say "Good-night."— filed under Content
Men lie, who lack courage to tell truth-the cowards!— filed under Cowardice-Cowards
Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair It has mantled a world.— filed under Day
There's nothing certain in man's life but this: That he must lose it. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)- Clytemnestra. Pt. XX. Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.— filed under Death
They are fair resting-places For the dear, weary dead on their way up to heaven.— filed under Death
The Student's Tale. Emma and Eginhard. L. 50. Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes Us feel that we have grasp'd an immortality.— filed under Fame
The gold-barr'd butterflies to and fro And over the waterside wander'd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.— filed under Insects-Flea
I throw a kiss across the sea, I drink the winds as drinking wine, And dream they all are blown from thee, I catch the whisper'd kiss of thine.— filed under Kisses
'Tis midnight now. The bent and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.— filed under Midnight
The east is blossoming! Yea, a rose, Vast as the heavens, soft as a kiss, Sweet as the presence of woman is, Rises and reaches, and widens and grows Large and luminous up from the sea, And out of the sea, as a blossoming tree, Richer and richer, so higher and higher, Deeper and deeper it takes its hue; Brighter and brighter it reaches through The space of heaven and the place of stars, Till all is as rich as a rose can be, And my rose-leaves fall into billows of fire.— filed under Sunrise
However we pass Time, he passes still, Passing away whatever the pastime, And, whether we use him well or ill, Some day he gives us the slip for the last time. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-The Dead Pope. When time is flown, how it fled It is better neither to ask nor tell, Leave the dead moments to bury their dead. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-The Wanderer. Bk. IV. Two out of the Crowd. St. 17. Time eftsoon will tumble All of us together like leaves in a gust, Humbled indeed down into the dust.— filed under Time
Pompadour's Funeral. Better sit still where born, I say, Wed one sweet woman and love her well, Love and be loved in the old East way, Drink sweet waters, and dream in a spell, Than to wander in search of the Blessed Isles, And to sail the thousands of watery miles In search of love, and find you at last On the edge of the world, and a curs'd outcast.— filed under Travelling
O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret.— filed under Woman