Dina, or Familiar faces [by W.P. Wilkie].

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W.P. Nimmo, 1865
 

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Page 60 - My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is...
Page 60 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Page 136 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 138 - Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; For man is man and master of his fate.
Page 139 - Rightly did I judge," said she, "concerning the head of the stag, that it should not be given to any until Geraint's return ; and behold, here is a fit occasion for bestowing it. Let it be given to Enid the daughter of Ynywl, the most illustrious maiden. And I do not believe that any will begrudge it her; for between her and every one here there exists nothing but love and friendship.
Page 60 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er read ; And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes — even in the mouths of men*.
Page 142 - I heard him call you fairest fair, Let never maiden think, however fair, She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
Page 140 - Heaven be upon me," she said, "if I would not rather receive my death from his hand than from the hand of any other; and though he should slay me, yet will I speak to him, lest I should have the misery to witness his death.
Page 139 - Let not the damsel array herself," said he, "except in her vest and her veil, until she come to the Court of Arthur, to be clad by Gwenhwyvar, in such garments as she may choose.
Page 56 - Nor dare she trust a larger lay, But rather loosens from the lip Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

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