The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts. [on large paper].Alaric Alexander Watts 1830 |
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... heaven knows , to have had its source in the very oldest days of magic and misery . I can state nothing of the tender dames , or youths of gentle blood , who inhabited the castle before it tumbled B quite to decay . The only beings ...
... heaven knows , to have had its source in the very oldest days of magic and misery . I can state nothing of the tender dames , or youths of gentle blood , who inhabited the castle before it tumbled B quite to decay . The only beings ...
Strana 24
... solitude . Unwonted strength to her was given To bear the rod , and drink the cup ; Her pulse beat calmer ; and to heaven Her voice , in firmer tones , went up . And as upon her gentle heart The dew of holy 24 LEGEND OF THE DRACHENFELS .
... solitude . Unwonted strength to her was given To bear the rod , and drink the cup ; Her pulse beat calmer ; and to heaven Her voice , in firmer tones , went up . And as upon her gentle heart The dew of holy 24 LEGEND OF THE DRACHENFELS .
Strana 27
... heaven , the river and shore , In the lurid mist were seen no more ; And the voice of the mountain - monster rose , As he lifted him up from his noon - tide repose , First in a hiss , and then in a cry , And then in a yell that shook ...
... heaven , the river and shore , In the lurid mist were seen no more ; And the voice of the mountain - monster rose , As he lifted him up from his noon - tide repose , First in a hiss , and then in a cry , And then in a yell that shook ...
Strana 28
... heaven's own walls ! For many a long mile , well I ween , The fires that shot from those eyes were seen ; The Burschen of Bonn , if Bonn had been , Would have shuddered in their halls . Woe for the Virgin ! -bootless here Were gleaming ...
... heaven's own walls ! For many a long mile , well I ween , The fires that shot from those eyes were seen ; The Burschen of Bonn , if Bonn had been , Would have shuddered in their halls . Woe for the Virgin ! -bootless here Were gleaming ...
Strana 30
... heaven's own messenger ! Short time went by from that dread hour Of manifested wrath and power , Ere from the cliff a little shrine Looked down upon the rolling Rhine . Duly the virgin Priestess there , Led day by day the hymn and ...
... heaven's own messenger ! Short time went by from that dread hour Of manifested wrath and power , Ere from the cliff a little shrine Looked down upon the rolling Rhine . Duly the virgin Priestess there , Led day by day the hymn and ...
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aid-de-camp Anakims angel Antonietta arms Beauchamp beautiful beneath Biddy Keenahan blessed boat bosom breast breath Brian brigands bright Brine brow CAROLINE BOWLES Charles Rolls cheek Connoly curse dark dead dear deep desert dream earth Ellen Engraved eyes Fagan fair father fear feel fell flowers frigate gaze gentle girl glance gone guardian band hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hessians hope hour hyæna Ianthe JOANNA BAILLIE knew lady Lanty light lips living look Lowton morning Mortimer never night o'er passed Peg Morrin Peppè Tosco poor putrid offals Richard Westall river Barrow Robert Graves round seemed sigh silent Sir A. D. smile song soon soul sound spirit staysails stood sweet syllabub tears thee thine thing thou thought thousand town trees Vanity Fair Vernet Villars voice wandering watch wild wind words young youth
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Strana 123 - Let's take him to the broad green hill ! " in his impotent despair, Said one strong boy: "let's take him off, the hills are wide and fair : I know a little hiding-place, and we will keep him there." Oh vain ! They took the little lamb, and straightway tied him down, With a strong cord they tied him fast, and o'er the common brown, And o'er the hot and flinty roads, they took him to the town. The little children through that day, and throughout all the morrow, From...
Strana 317 - AT evening time, let there be light; Life's little day draws near its close ; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose ; To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time, let there be light.
Strana 351 - Fleet are ye as fleetest galley, Or pirate rover sent from Sallee ; Keener than the Tartar's arrow, Sport ye in your sea so narrow. Was the Sun himself your sire ? Were ye born of vital fire ? Or of the shade of golden flowers, Such as we fetch from Eastern bowers, To mock this murky clime of ours...
Strana 318 - At evening time there shall be light ! For God hath spoken ; it must be ; Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight ; His glory now is risen on me ; Mine eyes shall his salvation see ; 'T is evening time, and there is light ! 991.
Strana 314 - I never •was a favourite, My mother never smiled On me, with half the tenderness That blessed her fairer child : I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek, While fondled on her knee ; I've turned away, to hide my tears, There was no kiss for me!
Strana 315 - I strove to please, with all My little store of sense ; I strove to please, and infancy Can rarely give offence ; But when my artless efforts met A cold, ungentle check, I did not dare to throw myself In tears upon her neck. How blessed are the beautiful ! Love watches o'er their birth ; Oh, beauty ! in my nursery I learned to know thy worth, — For even there I often felt Forsaken and forlorn, And wished — for others wished it too — I never had been born.
Strana 54 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with -love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Strana 123 - 'twill buy us food. " Ay, though the children weep all day, And with down-drooping head Each does his small task mournfully, The hungry must be fed ; And that which has a price to bring Must go to buy us bread." It went. Oh, parting has a pang The hardest heart to wring ; But the tender soul of a little child With fervent love doth cling, With love that hath no feignings false, Unto each gentle thing. Therefore...
Strana 316 - Her venomed mantle threw : The features, once so beautiful, Now wore the hue of death ; And former friends shrank fearfully From her infectious breath.
Strana 251 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?