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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... Soul . Engraved by William Greatbatch and John Lewis ; from a Painting by John Wood III . - Juliet after the Masquerade . Engraved by Charles Rolls ; from a Painting by Henry Thomson , Esq . , R.A. , in the possession of W. Chamberlayne ...
... Soul . Engraved by William Greatbatch and John Lewis ; from a Painting by John Wood III . - Juliet after the Masquerade . Engraved by Charles Rolls ; from a Painting by Henry Thomson , Esq . , R.A. , in the possession of W. Chamberlayne ...
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... soul ; and many a vanished day , As in one picture traced , before her lay . But the farewell was said ; and on the deep , When its breast heaved in sunset's golden sleep , With a stilled heart , young Madeline , ere long , Poured forth ...
... soul ; and many a vanished day , As in one picture traced , before her lay . But the farewell was said ; and on the deep , When its breast heaved in sunset's golden sleep , With a stilled heart , young Madeline , ere long , Poured forth ...
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... soul bequeathed , That wheresoe'er his arrows flew , Heroes in his own likeness grew , And warriors sprang from every sod Which his awakening footstep trod . And now the work of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath ; The fire ...
... soul bequeathed , That wheresoe'er his arrows flew , Heroes in his own likeness grew , And warriors sprang from every sod Which his awakening footstep trod . And now the work of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath ; The fire ...
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... soul ! VII . " All's well ! " thus wrote some lover , husband , friend ; ' Twas well with him , and thou , sweet bird , wert free ; What woes may now that faithful bosom rend , What joys have perished , in their flight - like thee ! D ...
... soul ! VII . " All's well ! " thus wrote some lover , husband , friend ; ' Twas well with him , and thou , sweet bird , wert free ; What woes may now that faithful bosom rend , What joys have perished , in their flight - like thee ! D ...
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... soul is bound and held — I may not flee . X. For even by all the fears And thoughts that haunt my dreams - untold , unknown , And by the woman's tears Poured from mine eyes in silence and alone ; XI . Had I thy wings , thou Dove ! High ...
... soul is bound and held — I may not flee . X. For even by all the fears And thoughts that haunt my dreams - untold , unknown , And by the woman's tears Poured from mine eyes in silence and alone ; XI . Had I thy wings , thou Dove ! High ...
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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.