The Jesuit's Ring: A Romance of Mount Desert

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C. Scribner's sons, 1887 - 306 sayfa
 

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Sayfa 194 - There a comrade heard him praying in the pause of wave and wind : " All my own have gone before me, and I linger just behind ; Not for life I ask, but only for the rest thy ransomed find...
Sayfa 193 - All at once the great cloud parted, like a curtain drawn aside, To let down the torch of lightning on the terror far and wide ; And the thunder and the whirlwind together smote the tide. There was wailing in the shallop, woman's wail and man's despair, A crash of breaking timbers on the rocks so sharp and bare, And, through it all, the murmur of Father Avery's prayer.
Sayfa 289 - Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Sayfa 274 - When Shall We Three Meet Again t When shall we three meet again ? When shall we three meet again? Oft shall glowing hope expire, Oft shall wearied love retire, Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we three shall meet again.
Sayfa 307 - There are few living American writers who can reproduce for us more perfectly than Mr. Cable does, in his best moments, the speech, the manners, the whole social atmosphere of a remote time and a peculiar people. A delicious flavor of humor penetrates his stories, and the tragic portions are handled with rare strength.
Sayfa 290 - I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth, blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so, saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labours.
Sayfa 245 - Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Sayfa 293 - I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts shall evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all.
Sayfa 76 - We shall walk no more through the sodden plain With the faded bents o'erspread, We shall stand no more by the seething main While the dark wrack drives o'erhead ; We shall part no more in the wind and the rain, Where thy last farewell was said : But perhaps I shall meet thee and know thee again When the sea gives up her dead.
Sayfa 274 - Though the deep between us rolls, Friendship shall unite our souls. Still in Fancy's rich domain Oft shall we all meet again. When the dreams of life are fled, When its wasted lamps are dead ; When in cold oblivion's shade, Beauty, power, and fame are laid ; Where immortal spirits reign, There shall we all meet again.

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