Weeds and wildflowers. With a memoir of the authorDaniel Lizars; Whittaker, Treacher & Company London; and W. Curry Jun. & Company Dublin, 1830 - 280 strán (strany) |
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Strana 139
Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? SHAKESPEARE . [ The tradition on which the following tale is founded , will be found in " RUSSELL'S Tour in Germany . " The other particulars , such as CHARLEMAGNE's ...
Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? SHAKESPEARE . [ The tradition on which the following tale is founded , will be found in " RUSSELL'S Tour in Germany . " The other particulars , such as CHARLEMAGNE's ...
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admiration appearance arms arrived attention BALFOUR beauty believe bloom blush bosom breast breath Captain character charms cheek close consider continued cried dark daughter dear death delighted dream early Emily entered face fair father feel felt fields flowers fond Frederick garden George give glow green hand happiness head hear heard heart honour hope hour interest kind ladies land leave less letter light live look Mary mind morning mother nature never night o'er passed perhaps pleased pleasure poet present received replied request respect rest rich rise round seemed seen sigh sleep smile sometimes song soon Sophia speak Stuart summer sweet thee thou thought till tion took turned village wish Wolman young youth
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Strana 155 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Strana 135 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 129 - That are in heart contrite. 19 The troubles that afflict the just In number many be ; But yet at length out of them all The Lord doth set him free.
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Strana xciv - ... virtue : these he would not compromise for the glitter of genius, and for their maintenance of these, the main objects of his own life and labour, he praised many an author whom other more courtly critics have thought it not cruelty to ridicule. He sums up his eulogium on a poet with the reflection, that he left No line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
Strana 117 - Jenny is out at the shearing ; but I'm no alane, my lady. I have just been reading the consolations of Him who says, ' I am with you always, even to the end of the world,' and He has never left me comfortless." " Would you like, or be able to bear the air, in your little garden to-day ?" " I have learned never to like, at least not to long for, what is inconvenient.
Strana lxvii - That's fall'n into disgrace, and in the nostril Smells horrible ? Ye undertakers ! tell us, 'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit, • Why is the principal conceal'd, for which You make this mighty stir ? 'Tis wisely done : What would offend the eye in a good picture, The Painter casts discreetly into shades.