Led to the Light: A Sequel to Opposite the JailA. Martien, 1870 - 345 pages |
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Led to the Light: A Sequel to Opposite the Jail (Classic Reprint) Mary A. Denison No preview available - 2015 |
Led to the Light. a Sequel to Opposite the Jail Mary A. (Mary Andrews) Denison No preview available - 2012 |
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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 158 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Page 30 - How like to thee, thou restless tide ! 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 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...
Page 107 - Man, through all ages of revolving time, Unchanging man, in every varying clime, Deems his own land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside; His home the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
Page 118 - But nothing harsh or bitter ought to' appear. Of Age's avarice I cannot see What colour, ground, or reason, there should be : Is it not folly when the way we ride Is short, for a long voyage to provide ? To avarice some title youth may own, To reap in autumn what...
Page 278 - 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 314 - 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 57 - METHINKS it were no pain to die On such an eve, when such a sky O'ercanopies the West ^ To gaze my fill on yon calm deep, And, like an infant, fall asleep On earth, my mother's breast.
Page 296 - We are born to trouble ; and we may depend upon it, whilst we live in this world we shall have it, though •with intermissions ; — that is, in whatever state we are, we shall find a mixture of good and evil...