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 6
... light Is there before me , mild and bright ; And I hear her voice of fond reproof , Between the beats of my palfrey's hoof . - ' T is idle all ; -but I could weep ; — Alas ! " said the knight , " how strange is sleep ! " He struck with ...
... light Is there before me , mild and bright ; And I hear her voice of fond reproof , Between the beats of my palfrey's hoof . - ' T is idle all ; -but I could weep ; — Alas ! " said the knight , " how strange is sleep ! " He struck with ...
Strana 11
... light was Love . Now all was dark ; the doom was spoken ! His wealth all spent , and his heart half - broken , Poor youth , he had no earthly hope , Except in laudanum , or a rope . He ordered out his horse , and tried , As the Leech ...
... light was Love . Now all was dark ; the doom was spoken ! His wealth all spent , and his heart half - broken , Poor youth , he had no earthly hope , Except in laudanum , or a rope . He ordered out his horse , and tried , As the Leech ...
Strana 13
... light of their holy rays ? He knew not ; but his knee he bent Before her in most knightly fashion , And grew superbly eloquent About her beauty , and his passion . He said that she was very fair , And that she warbled like a linnet ...
... light of their holy rays ? He knew not ; but his knee he bent Before her in most knightly fashion , And grew superbly eloquent About her beauty , and his passion . He said that she was very fair , And that she warbled like a linnet ...
Strana 16
... light , - These stand engraven on thy mouldering height , Thou time - worn Tower ! where misery hath made Her bleak abode ; and hopes , which dawned to fade , Mocked , day by day , the dimmed and sickening sight ! Stranger ! - -as borne ...
... light , - These stand engraven on thy mouldering height , Thou time - worn Tower ! where misery hath made Her bleak abode ; and hopes , which dawned to fade , Mocked , day by day , the dimmed and sickening sight ! Stranger ! - -as borne ...
Strana 23
... light thee to thy chamber ; and , for a leech , marry - there is one now sipping with me the liquor thy frowardness scorns . A man more learned in the mysteries of his art , never weighed out his drachms and scruples by the bed of a ...
... light thee to thy chamber ; and , for a leech , marry - there is one now sipping with me the liquor thy frowardness scorns . A man more learned in the mysteries of his art , never weighed out his drachms and scruples by the bed of a ...
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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.