The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts. [on large paper].Alaric Alexander Watts 1828 |
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... gentle voice no more that blessed mine ear With its first utterance : -I shall miss the sound Of thy light footstep , midst the flowers around , And thy soft - breathing hymn at evening's close , And thy Good - night , ' at parting for ...
... gentle voice no more that blessed mine ear With its first utterance : -I shall miss the sound Of thy light footstep , midst the flowers around , And thy soft - breathing hymn at evening's close , And thy Good - night , ' at parting for ...
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... bright land was reached ; the youthful world That glows along the West : the sails were furled In its clear sunshine ; and the gentle bride Looked on the home , which promised hearts untried A bower of bliss to be . Alas ! we MADELINE . 23.
... bright land was reached ; the youthful world That glows along the West : the sails were furled In its clear sunshine ; and the gentle bride Looked on the home , which promised hearts untried A bower of bliss to be . Alas ! we MADELINE . 23.
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... Gently as her's was raised ? -did strangers shed The kindly tears which bathed that pale young brow , And feverish cheek , with half unconscious flow ? — Something was there , that through the heavy night Outwatches patiently the ...
... Gently as her's was raised ? -did strangers shed The kindly tears which bathed that pale young brow , And feverish cheek , with half unconscious flow ? — Something was there , that through the heavy night Outwatches patiently the ...
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... gentle she looked ! how softly spoke ! And loved so well --- but her heart was broke ! III . So we bear her along to her marble halls , ( Where now no delicate footstep falls ) , To the bier where a thousand torches shine , - The last ...
... gentle she looked ! how softly spoke ! And loved so well --- but her heart was broke ! III . So we bear her along to her marble halls , ( Where now no delicate footstep falls ) , To the bier where a thousand torches shine , - The last ...
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... gently on , from youth to age , Thro ' the dark valley of our pilgrimage ! Enough , if thus - bending to thy high will- We hold our Christian course , through good or ill , And to the end , with FAITH and HOPE , abide . THE CITY OF THE ...
... gently on , from youth to age , Thro ' the dark valley of our pilgrimage ! Enough , if thus - bending to thy high will- We hold our Christian course , through good or ill , And to the end , with FAITH and HOPE , abide . THE CITY OF THE ...
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AGNES Aubonne beauty beneath bless bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cairo Charles Rolls child dark dead dear Demon dream earth Engraved eyes fair father feel flowers gaze gentle girl glowing grace green hand hath heard heart heaven Hemsworth Henry Thomson hope hour Joinville Juliette kiss lady light lips little Brook living lonely looked Lord Louis Madame Mademoiselle marriage Mazikin melancholy moon mother mournful never night o'er pale Perpignan Phadrig Pietro Giannone poor pride replied rose round scene Seneschal shewed sigh silent Sir Everard smile soft Somerfield song sorrow soul sound spirit Star Staunton STOLEN KISS stood stranger sweet tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou art thou hast thought tree Undine Valençay Venice voice waters waves Whisperer wild WILLIAM MAGINN wilt words young youth
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Стр. 2 - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Стр. 2 - Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone!
Стр. 28 - And now the work of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath; The fire of conflict burned within, The battle trembled to begin: Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, Point for attack was nowhere found; Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed, The unbroken line of lances blazed: That line 'twere suicide to meet, And perish at their tyrants' feet, — How could they rest within their graves, And leave their homes the homes of slaves?
Стр. 27 - So dense, so still, the Austrians stood, A living wall, a human wood! Impregnable their front appears, All horrent with projected spears, Whose polished points before them shine, From flank to flank, one brilliant line, Bright as the breakers' splendors run Along the billows to the sun.
Стр. 28 - Annihilates the invader's power ! All Switzerland is in the field — She will not fly, she cannot yield, She must not fall ; her better fate Here gives her an immortal date. Few were the numbers she could boast...
Стр. 1 - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore. On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide...
Стр. 26 - MAKE way for Liberty!"— he cried; Made way for Liberty, and died ! In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A living wall, a human wood ! A wall, where every conscious stone...
Стр. 2 - This drooping gait, this altered size: But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes! Life is but thought: so think I will That Youth and I are house-mates still Dew-drops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve!
Стр. 29 - twas no sooner thought than done, The field was in a moment won; "Make way for Liberty!" he cried, Then ran, with arms extended wide, As if his dearest friend to clasp; Ten spears he swept within his grasp; "Make way for Liberty!
Стр. 114 - tis ever thus, with creatures heavenly fair — Too finely framed to 'bide the brunt, more earthly natures bear ; A little while they dwell with us — blest ministers of love — Then spread the wings we had not seen, and seek their home above.