An Unsatisfactory Lover: A Novel

Cover
F. V. White & Company, 1894 - 210 Seiten
 

Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben

Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.

Ausgewählte Seiten

Inhalt

2
81
XII
100

Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen

Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen

Beliebte Passagen

Seite 171 - ... to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Seite 81 - ... through each vein, in quickened start, The tide of being pour. Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein. I dreamed it would be nameless bliss, As I loved, loved to be; And to this object did I press As blind as eagerly. But wide as pathless was the space That lay our lives between, And dangerous as the foamy race Of ocean-surges green. And haunted as a robber-path Through wilderness or wood; For Might and Right, and Woe...
Seite 121 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Seite 84 - THY cheek is o' the rose's hue, My only jo and dearie, O; Thy neck is o' the siller dew Upon the bank sae brierie, O. Thy teeth are o' the ivory; O sweet's the twinkle o' thine ee: Nae joy, nae pleasure blinks on me, My only jo and dearie, O. The birdie sings upon the thorn Its sang o...
Seite 25 - Different, different, different now! For I prize it alone because prized by thee. Almeryl stretched his arm to the lattice, and drew it open, letting in the soft night wind, and the sound of the fountain and the bulbul and the beam of the stars, and versed to her in the languor of deep love: Whether we die or we live, Matters it now no more: Life has nought further to give: Love is its crown and its core. Come to us either, we 're rife, — Death or life!
Seite 101 - I'd have you buy and sell so, so give alms, Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : when you do dance, I wish you A wave of the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Seite 34 - LIFE'S a varied, bright illusion, Joy and sorrow — light and shade ; Turn from sorrow's dark suffusion, Catch the pleasures ere they fade. Fancy paints with hues unreal, Smile of bliss, and sorrow's mood ; If they both are but ideal, Why reject the seeming good ? Hence ! no more ! 'tis Wisdom calls ye, Bids ye court Time's present aid, The future trust not — hope enthrals yc, •' Catch the pleasures ere they fade.
Seite 50 - A joy, a splendor, a perfume That sleeps in air. You touched my heart ; it gave a thrill Just like a rose That opens at a lady's will ; Its bloom is always yours, until You bid it close.
Seite 58 - One face alone, one face alone, These eyes require ; But, when that longed-for sight is shown, What fatal fire Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame, That melts each fibre of my wasting frame One voice alone, one voice alone, I pine to hear ; But, when its meek mellifluous tone Usurps mine ear, Those slavish chains about my soul are wound, Which ne'er, till death itself, can be unbound. One gentle hand, one gentle hand...
Seite 14 - A Bush Girl's Romance," &c. [HuMB. (2d Edition). THE GENTLEMAN WHO VANISHED. By FERGUS MISS MEPHISTOPHELES, a Sequel to "Madame Midas." By the same Author. (In Picture Cover, Is. only.) THE PICCADILLY PUZZLE. By the same Author. THE POWER OF AN EYE. By Mrs FRANK ST CLAIB GRIMWOOD, Author of "My Three Years in Manipur.

Bibliografische Informationen