Mary Bertrand, Volume 2

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Page 168 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Page 17 - No, Sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Page 289 - Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
Page 185 - other friends remain,' That 'loss is common to the race' — And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more. Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Page 195 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Page 17 - He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern ! O miraculous tavern ! — holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain ; and miraculous, because of the spits, which of themselves turn round and round...
Page 142 - Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong, And trumpets blown for wars...
Page 17 - He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern ! O miraculous tavern ! — holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain ; and miraculous, because of the spits, which of themselves turn round and round ! Of a truth, all courtesy and good manners come from taverns, so full of bows, and Signor, si! and Signor, nd!
Page 157 - I'M wearin' awa', Jean, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o

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