The companions of Columbus. The Crayon miscellany

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G.P. Putnam's sons, 1881
 

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Page 320 - His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere With a convulsion— then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears, And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet: as he paused, The Lady of his love re-entered there; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved,— she knew, For quickly comes such knowledge...
Page 328 - And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, — but heard not his own words ; And all things reel'd around him...
Page 289 - I feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood ; trees, and flowers, and brooks, Which do remember me of where I dwelt, Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books, Come as of yore upon me, and can melt My heart with recognition of their looks ; And even at moments I could think I see Some living thing to love — but none like thee.
Page 283 - Yet left a grand impression on the mind, • At least of those whose eyes are in their hearts: We gaze upon a giant for his stature, Nor judge at first if all be true to nature.
Page 228 - This skull Scott had caused to be cleaned and varnished, and placed it on a chest of drawers in his chamber, immediately opposite his bed ; where I have seen it, grinning most dismally. It was an object of great awe and horror to the superstitious housemaids ; and Scott used to amuse himself with their apprehensions.
Page 328 - Our union would have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by our fathers, it would have joined lands broad and rich, it would have joined at least one heart, and two persons not ill matched in years (she is two years my elder), and — and — and — what has been the result?
Page 213 - It may be pertinacity," said he, at length; " but to my eye these grey hills and all this wild border country have beauties peculiar to themselves. I like the very nakedness of the land ; it has something bold, and stern, and solitary about it. When I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grey hills; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, I think I should die!
Page 326 - The Lady of his love;— Oh! she was changed As by the sickness of the soul; her mind Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others...
Page 48 - These busied themselves as eagerly and cheerfully as so many wreckers on an Indiaman that has been driven on shore ; plunging into the cells of the broken honey-combs, banqueting greedily on the spoil, and then winging their way full freighted to their homes.
Page 317 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously — his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.

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