Led to the Light: A Sequel to Opposite the Jail
J. S. Claxton, 1867 - 346 pages
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Mary A. Denison
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Page 46 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Page 77 - He sucks intelligence in every clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me.
Page 316 - I feel death rising higher still and higher, Within my bosom; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter compass, And, like the vanishing sound of bells, grows less And less each pulse, till it be lost in air.
Page 30 - May be the lot, the life of him, Who roams along thy water's brim ! Through what alternate shades of woe, And flowers of joy my path may go ! How many an humble, still retreat May rise to court my weary feet, While still pursuing, still unblest, I wander on, nor dare to rest...
Page 280 - If tenderness touch'd her, the dark of her eye At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye, From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings From innermost shrines, came the light of her feelings...
Page 160 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Page 109 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 84 - Is there no constancy in earthly things, No happiness in us but what must alter ? No life without the heavy load of fortune ? What miseries we are, and to ourselves ! Even then when full content seems to sit by us, What daily sores and sorrows ! Enter ALICE.
Page 57 - Methinks it were no pain to die On such an eve, when such a sky O'er-canopies the west; To gaze my fill on yon calm deep, And, like an infant, fall asleep On Earth, my mother's breast.
Page 41 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...