The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts. [on large paper].Alaric Alexander Watts 1831 |
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Strana 4
... heard thee pour reproof Upon the vine - clad roof , Beneath whose peaceful shelter thou wert born . " I bind thee in the snare Of thine unholy prayer ; I seal thy forehead with a viewless seal : I give into thine hand The buckler and ...
... heard thee pour reproof Upon the vine - clad roof , Beneath whose peaceful shelter thou wert born . " I bind thee in the snare Of thine unholy prayer ; I seal thy forehead with a viewless seal : I give into thine hand The buckler and ...
Strana 10
... heard no more . And a base ingrate , who was his foe , Because , a little month ago , He had cut him down , with friendly ardour , From a rusty hook in an Ogre's larder , Invented an atrocious fable , And libelled his fame at the Royal ...
... heard no more . And a base ingrate , who was his foe , Because , a little month ago , He had cut him down , with friendly ardour , From a rusty hook in an Ogre's larder , Invented an atrocious fable , And libelled his fame at the Royal ...
Strana 12
... heard her singing a lively song , In a very dismal tone . Deep is the bliss of the belted knight , When he kisses at dawn the silken glove , And goes , in his glittering armour dight , To shiver a lance for his Lady - love ! " - That ...
... heard her singing a lively song , In a very dismal tone . Deep is the bliss of the belted knight , When he kisses at dawn the silken glove , And goes , in his glittering armour dight , To shiver a lance for his Lady - love ! " - That ...
Strana 28
... heard his solemn and sonorous voice , speaking thus from the darkness . " I have marred your mirth , my friends , this evening ; I will revive it by a song . An old stave it is , and there is a moral in its rhymes . If ye find it not ...
... heard his solemn and sonorous voice , speaking thus from the darkness . " I have marred your mirth , my friends , this evening ; I will revive it by a song . An old stave it is , and there is a moral in its rhymes . If ye find it not ...
Strana 60
... heard of : though many travellers have imagined they beheld them standing at dawn upon the green knoll where they had stood when the city was destroyed ; and to this day the Rajpoots look for their appearance with as much confidence as ...
... heard of : though many travellers have imagined they beheld them standing at dawn upon the green knoll where they had stood when the city was destroyed ; and to this day the Rajpoots look for their appearance with as much confidence as ...
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Strana 113 - Our love was like most other loves, — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And "Fly Not Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted; A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted.
Strana 113 - Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted; A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted. We parted: months and years rolled by; We met again four summers after. Our parting was all sob and sigh, — Our meeting was all mirth and laughter; For, in my heart's most secret cell, There had been many other lodgers; And she was not the ball-room's belle, But only Mrs. — Something — Rogers!
Strana 110 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.
Strana 109 - There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that...
Strana 111 - She sketched ; the vale, the wood, the beach, Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading : She botanized; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading : She warbled Handel ; it was grand ; She made the Catalani jealous : She touched the organ; I could stand For hours and hours to blow the bellows.
Strana 110 - Dark was her hair, her hand was white : Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Strana 111 - Whose colour was extremely hectic; Her grandmother for many a year Had fed the parish with her bounty; Her second cousin was a peer, And lord lieutenant of the county.
Strana 292 - Dark is his hide on either side, but the blood within doth boil ; And the dun hide glows, as if on fire, as he paws to the turmoil. His eyes are jet, and they are set in crystal rings of snow; But now they stare with one red glare of brass upon the foe.
Strana 112 - She smiled on many, just for fun, — I knew that there was nothing in it; I was the first — the only one Her heart had thought of for a minute.
Strana 176 - My Highland lassie was a warm-hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love. After a pretty long tract of the most ardent reciprocal attachment, we met by appointment, on the second Sunday of May, in a sequestered spot by the Banks of Ayr, where we spent the day in taking a farewell, before she should embark for the West Highlands, to arrange matters among her friends for our projected change of life.