Lena's Picture: A Story of Love, Nide 2

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D. Douglas, 1892
 

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Sivu 117 - Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern. Then, when the clouds are off the soul, When thou dost bask in Nature's eye, Ask, how she viewed thy self-control, Thy struggling, tasked morality — Nature, whose free, light, cheerful air Oft made thee, in thy gloom, despair. And she, whose censure thou dost dread, Whose eye thou wast afraid to seek, See, on her face a glow is spread, A strong emotion on her cheek! "Ah, child!
Sivu 117 - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides ; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides.
Sivu 117 - See, on her face a glow is spread, A strong emotion on her cheek. " Ah child," she cries, " that strife divine — Whence was it, for it is not mine ? " There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive, I do not weep. I rush with the swift spheres, and glow In joy, and, when I will, I sleep. — Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — hut where ? " " I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space.
Sivu 125 - FOIL'D by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience ! in another life, we say, The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings ? or will they, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, Support the fervours of the heavenly morn ? No, no ! the energy of life may be Kept...
Sivu 125 - FOILED by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say, The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, Support the fervors of the heavenly morn?
Sivu 117 - that strife divine — Whence was it, for it is not mine? 'There is no effort on my brow — I do not strive, I do not weep. I rush with the swift spheres, and glow In joy, and, when I will, I sleep. — Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once — but where? 'I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space. I felt it in some other clime — I saw it in some other place. — 'Twas when the heavenly house I trod. And lay upon the breast of God.
Sivu 69 - For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear,— believe the aged friend, — Is just our chance o...
Sivu 125 - Above, below, all around are the movements of the elements. But the motion of virtue is in none of these: it is something more divine, and advancing by a way hardly observed it goes happily on its road.
Sivu 37 - Wenn zwei von einander scheiden, so geben sie sich die Hand, und fangen an zu weinen, und seufzen ohne End.

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