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
... smile of 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 ...
... smile of 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 ...
Strana 10
... smiles upon another , And gave his letters to her mother . Fortune and fame , - he had seen them depart , With the silent pride of a valiant heart : Traitorous friends , he had passed them by , - With a haughty brow and a stifled sigh ...
... smiles upon another , And gave his letters to her mother . Fortune and fame , - he had seen them depart , With the silent pride of a valiant heart : Traitorous friends , he had passed them by , - With a haughty brow and a stifled sigh ...
Strana 11
... er a rustic stile , He saw a little village smile , Embowered in thick wood . There were small cottages , arrayed In the delicate jasmin's fragrant shade ; And gardens , whence the rose's bloom Loaded the gale THE HAUNTED TREE . 11.
... er a rustic stile , He saw a little village smile , Embowered in thick wood . There were small cottages , arrayed In the delicate jasmin's fragrant shade ; And gardens , whence the rose's bloom Loaded the gale THE HAUNTED TREE . 11.
Strana 16
... smiling through its silent tears , With hopes of glory and unearthly 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 ...
... smiling through its silent tears , With hopes of glory and unearthly 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 ...
Strana 26
... smile upon his lips , or a contortion which resembled one . The notary escaped with precipitation : and the monk took his place beside the couch of the unaccountable sufferer . In the parlour of the Black Hound , while the sick man was ...
... smile upon his lips , or a contortion which resembled one . The notary escaped with precipitation : and the monk took his place beside the couch of the unaccountable sufferer . In the parlour of the Black Hound , while the sick man was ...
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Adele Ajmere Amaun animal aoul appeared beauty beheld beneath bless breath bright brow bull Camille caravanserai clouds countenance courser Curran dark daughter dear death Decamerone desert dream earth Engraved exclaimed eyes fair father favour fearful fierce flowers Fogrum Frank Frank Hardy gazed gentle Glanmire glory grace green hand happy hath heard heart heaven honour hope horse hour Hurchund Indian Jane Jemadar knew lady laugh length light lips look maiden Mameluke marriage Mathilde mind morning neath Neilah never night Noor Allee o'er Obeidollah palace passed passion picador Ramayuna replied rock rushed sainted band Sally Sarah Curran scarcely scene seemed sigh silent Sir Isumbras smile Solymaun Yoorkeh song soul Sphinx spirit stood strange sweet Tangoras tears thee thine thing Thoms thou thought Togrul Beg Toorkomans towers turned village voice weep wild young merchant youth
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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.