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 2
... sweet scene of guiltless glee ; From the old who talked beside the brook , And the young who danced beneath the tree : Coldly he shrank from the gentle maid , From the chiding look and the pleading tone ; And he passed from the old ...
... sweet scene of guiltless glee ; From the old who talked beside the brook , And the young who danced beneath the tree : Coldly he shrank from the gentle maid , From the chiding look and the pleading tone ; And he passed from the old ...
Strana 6
... sweet vale of tranquil joy ; Until at last my vain caprice Grew weary of its bliss and peace . And one there was , most dear and fair , Of all that smiled around me there , A gentle maid , with a cloudless face , And a form so full of ...
... sweet vale of tranquil joy ; Until at last my vain caprice Grew weary of its bliss and peace . And one there was , most dear and fair , Of all that smiled around me there , A gentle maid , with a cloudless face , And a form so full of ...
Strana 8
... sweet tones Could most divinely prattle Of battered casques , and broken bones , And all the bliss of battle . He wore her scarf in many a fray , He trained her hawks and ponies ; And filled her kitchen every day With leverets and ...
... sweet tones Could most divinely prattle Of battered casques , and broken bones , And all the bliss of battle . He wore her scarf in many a fray , He trained her hawks and ponies ; And filled her kitchen every day With leverets and ...
Strana 62
... sweet ; A starry crown was on his head , A rainbow at his feet . " Where have ye been , ye three young men ? Outspoke their mother , in fear ; 65 Sit down - sit down on your own hearth - stone , ' Tis long since ye were here ! " Sit ...
... sweet ; A starry crown was on his head , A rainbow at his feet . " Where have ye been , ye three young men ? Outspoke their mother , in fear ; 65 Sit down - sit down on your own hearth - stone , ' Tis long since ye were here ! " Sit ...
Strana 64
... sweet fan of Indian flowers , She cooled the burning air . " " T was the kindest maid that ever loved , -- A very child in truth ; The meekest , though a king's daughter , In the glory of her youth . " She took me to her father's house ...
... sweet fan of Indian flowers , She cooled the burning air . " " T was the kindest maid that ever loved , -- A very child in truth ; The meekest , though a king's daughter , In the glory of her youth . " She took me to her father's house ...
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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.