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