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 78
... hope and Priam's , -where is Hector , where ? ' IX . " Why is thy falchion grasped ? Why is thy helmet clasped ? Fitter the fillet for such brow as thine ! - The altar reeks with gore ; -- Oh sisters , look no more ! It is our father's ...
... hope and Priam's , -where is Hector , where ? ' IX . " Why is thy falchion grasped ? Why is thy helmet clasped ? Fitter the fillet for such brow as thine ! - The altar reeks with gore ; -- Oh sisters , look no more ! It is our father's ...
Strana 100
... hope so , " replied Frank , and they sunk again into silence . " Come , come , " said he at length , with a start ; " you infect me with your strange sadness . An accident has happened ; but a slight one . We were attacked at the Cove ...
... hope so , " replied Frank , and they sunk again into silence . " Come , come , " said he at length , with a start ; " you infect me with your strange sadness . An accident has happened ; but a slight one . We were attacked at the Cove ...
Strana 103
... hope , in boyhood , gathered flowers ! Young mother ! -oh ! how long they haunt The after - paths of time , The mother's low , yet happy chaunt , Whose memory - like the chime Of church - bells - consecrates the air , And calls the ...
... hope , in boyhood , gathered flowers ! Young mother ! -oh ! how long they haunt The after - paths of time , The mother's low , yet happy chaunt , Whose memory - like the chime Of church - bells - consecrates the air , And calls the ...
Strana 106
... rings about the heart ! Young mother ! - ' t is a joy to creep , --- When many joys are gone , — Back to the grave of hope , —and weep , Where memory keeps the stone ! Till , soothed by voices from the tomb , And 106 THE MOTHER AND CHILD .
... rings about the heart ! Young mother ! - ' t is a joy to creep , --- When many joys are gone , — Back to the grave of hope , —and weep , Where memory keeps the stone ! Till , soothed by voices from the tomb , And 106 THE MOTHER AND CHILD .
Strana 125
... hope to discover it , however fearful , yet inanimate and stony as they . One glance froze him to the spot ! He beheld the light of a living eye ! it was fixed upon him , and , in the same instant , he recognised , in the whole form and ...
... hope to discover it , however fearful , yet inanimate and stony as they . One glance froze him to the spot ! He beheld the light of a living eye ! it was fixed upon him , and , in the same instant , he recognised , in the whole form and ...
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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.