Two Tales of Married Life: Hard to Bear, Volume 2

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B. Tauchnitz, 1878 - 294 páginas
 

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Página 279 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 50 - Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day And answer to my claim, That Fate, and that to-day's mistake — Not thou — had been to blame ? Some soothe their conscience thus ; but thou wilt surely warn and save me now.
Página 50 - Look deeper still. If thou canst feel Within thy inmost soul, That thou hast kept a portion back, While I have staked the whole; Let no false pity spare the blow, but in true mercy tell me so.
Página 5 - Man cannot make, but may ennoble, fate, By nobly bearing it. So let us trust Not to ourselves but God, and calmly wait Love's orient, out of darkness and of dust. Farewell, and yet again farewell, and yet Never farewell, — if farewell mean to fare Alone and disunited. Love hath set Our days in music to the selfsame air ; And I shall feel, wherever we may be, Even tho...
Página 238 - No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! O for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Página 162 - Inn anywhere: And seeing the snail which everywhere doth roam Carrying his own home still, still Is at home — Follow (for he is easy paced) this snail ; Be thine own palace or the world's thy jail.
Página 211 - There is no compensation for the woman who feels that the .chief relation of her life has been no more than a mistake.
Página 75 - Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see; My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysell in cramasie. But had I wist, before I kist...
Página 33 - ... Measure all you give, still Counting what you take ; Love for love, so placing Each an equal stake. Treasure love ; though ready Still to live without. In your fondest trust, keep Just one thread of doubt. Build on no to-morrow ; Love has but to-day : If the links seem slackening, Cut the bond away. Trust no prayer nor promise ; Words are grains of sand : To keep your heart unbroken, Hold it in your hand.
Página 149 - I could never do anything for her, Adam — she lived long enough for all the suffering — and I'd thought so of the time when I might do something for her. But you told me the truth when you said to me once, ' There's a sort of wrong that can never be made up for.

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