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 11
... Poor youth , he had no earthly hope , Except in laudanum , or a rope . He ordered out his horse , and tried , As the Leech advised , a gentle ride . A pleasant path he took , Where the turf , all bright with the April showers , Was ...
... Poor youth , he had no earthly hope , Except in laudanum , or a rope . He ordered out his horse , and tried , As the Leech advised , a gentle ride . A pleasant path he took , Where the turf , all bright with the April showers , Was ...
Strana 14
... Poor Alice is not proud or coy ; But her heart is with her minstrel boy . " Away from his arms the damsel bounded , And left him more and more confounded . He mused of the present , he mused of the past , And he felt that a spell was o ...
... Poor Alice is not proud or coy ; But her heart is with her minstrel boy . " Away from his arms the damsel bounded , And left him more and more confounded . He mused of the present , he mused of the past , And he felt that a spell was o ...
Strana 34
... Poor Wellington , with fifty Blues , Escaped by some strange chance ; Henceforth , I think he'll hardly choose To shew himself in France . V. So Buonaparte pitched his tent That day in Grovesnor Place ; And Ney rode straight to ...
... Poor Wellington , with fifty Blues , Escaped by some strange chance ; Henceforth , I think he'll hardly choose To shew himself in France . V. So Buonaparte pitched his tent That day in Grovesnor Place ; And Ney rode straight to ...
Strana 58
... poor a possession , to the many thrones which your beauty may command . Return to the palace of your ancestors . You have my blessing , my love— my tears ! " And the proud man , who could have be- held all the kingdoms of the world ...
... poor a possession , to the many thrones which your beauty may command . Return to the palace of your ancestors . You have my blessing , my love— my tears ! " And the proud man , who could have be- held all the kingdoms of the world ...
Strana 68
... Poor child ! through scorn and shame ; I hid him with me in the haunts Where but the wicked came : " I never taught him holy things , Yet was he pure and meek— And my blood raged if any dared To taunt him for my sake ! " There were ...
... Poor child ! through scorn and shame ; I hid him with me in the haunts Where but the wicked came : " I never taught him holy things , Yet was he pure and meek— And my blood raged if any dared To taunt him for my sake ! " There were ...
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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.