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الصفحة 120 - Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
الصفحة 151 - But flowers of earth were pale to him Who had seen the rainbow fishes swim ; And when earth's dew around him lay He thought of ocean's winged spray, And his eye waxed sad and dim. The green trees round him only made A prison with their darksome shade ; And drooped his wing, and mourned he For his own boundless glittering sea — Albeit he knew not they could fade.
الصفحة 77 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
الصفحة 121 - Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast ! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour ! The vigour of this poem is no less remarkable than its pathos.
الصفحة 119 - ONE more unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care! Fashioned so slenderly — Young, and so fair!
الصفحة 104 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
الصفحة 111 - THOU, O LORD, who stillest the raging of the sea, hear, hear us, and save us, that we perish not. O blessed SAVIOUR, who didst save thy disciples ready to perish in a storm ; hear us, and save us, we beseech thee. LORD, have mercy upon us. CHRIST, have mercy upon us. LORD, have mercy upon us.
الصفحة 103 - I will lay me down in peace, and take my rest : for it is thou, Lord, only, that makest me dwell in safety.
الصفحة 264 - Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet, Smiles, radiant long ago, And features, the great soul's apparent seat. All shall come back, each tie Of pure affection shall be knit again ; Alone shall Evil die, And Sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign. And then shall I behold Him, by whose kind paternal side I sprung, And her, who, still and cold, Fills the next grave — the beautiful and young.