Overing: Or, The Heir of Wycherly. A Historical Romance

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Cornish, Lamport & Company, Publishers, 1852 - American fiction - 416 pages
 

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Page 19 - I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, 1 have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son : make me as one of thy hired servants.
Page 87 - Ye are all the children of light, and the children of the day : we are not of the night, nor of darkness.
Page 205 - Know'st thou not me ?" the Deep Voice cried ; " So long enjoyed, so oft misused, — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused ? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away, And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. " Redeem mine hours — the space is brief— While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief When TIME and thou shall part for ever!
Page 179 - To sigh for ribands if thou art so silly, Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy. Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life ? Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus
Page 401 - LOUD roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers, The clouds were rent asunder By lightning's vivid powers; The night both drear and dark, Our poor devoted bark, Till next day, there she lay, In the Bay of Biscay...
Page 199 - Because they regard not the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up.
Page 384 - LAUGH on, fair cousins, for to you All life is joyous yet ; Your hearts have all things to pursue, And nothing to regret ; And every flower to you is fair, And every month is May ; You've not been introduced to Care, — Laugh on, laugh on, to-day...
Page 227 - A POORE soule sat sighing under a sicamore tree ; O willow, willow, willow ! With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee : O willow, willow, willow ! O willow, willow, willow ! Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.
Page 205 - the Deep Voice cried ; ' So long enjoy'd, so oft misused, Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused ? ' Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away, And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. ' Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou...
Page 109 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.

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