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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... night , cross - examining him in his reading and multiplication , and presenting him , at parting , in token of her satisfaction at his profi- ciency , with a copy of The Seven Champions of Chris- tendom , ' with a fine marble cover and ...
... night , cross - examining him in his reading and multiplication , and presenting him , at parting , in token of her satisfaction at his profi- ciency , with a copy of The Seven Champions of Chris- tendom , ' with a fine marble cover and ...
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... night , and kep posten over bog an mountain , till I'm ready to drop down with the sleep , —while feow voices are heard , I'll be bail , at Shaun Lauther's windey - an little knollidge given him in his drames . It is then that I get ...
... night , and kep posten over bog an mountain , till I'm ready to drop down with the sleep , —while feow voices are heard , I'll be bail , at Shaun Lauther's windey - an little knollidge given him in his drames . It is then that I get ...
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... night drew on before the family rose from their silent and comfort- less meal . The agonies of the devoted animal now drew rapidly to a close , and Phadrig still remained tor- tured by remorse on the one hand , and by selfish anxiety on ...
... night drew on before the family rose from their silent and comfort- less meal . The agonies of the devoted animal now drew rapidly to a close , and Phadrig still remained tor- tured by remorse on the one hand , and by selfish anxiety on ...
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... night ? — No ; few will miss its lovely face , And none think heaven less bright ! II . What wert thou star of ? -vanished one ! What mystery was thine ? Thy beauty from the east is gone : What was thy sway and sign ? Wert thou the star ...
... night ? — No ; few will miss its lovely face , And none think heaven less bright ! II . What wert thou star of ? -vanished one ! What mystery was thine ? Thy beauty from the east is gone : What was thy sway and sign ? Wert thou the star ...
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... night , ' at parting for repose . Under the vine - leaves I shall sit alone , And the low breeze will have a mournful tone Among their tendrils , while I think of thee , My child ! —and thou , along the moonlight sea , With a soft ...
... night , ' at parting for repose . Under the vine - leaves I shall sit alone , And the low breeze will have a mournful tone Among their tendrils , while I think of thee , My child ! —and thou , along the moonlight sea , With a soft ...
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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.