The Keepsake of FriendshipE.N. Tucker, 1852 |
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Стр. 241 - was a lustre strange, unreal, wild; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain, 'T was like the notes, half ecstacy, half pain, The bulbul utters, ere her soul depart, When, vanquished by some minstrel's powerful art, She dies upon the lute whose sweetness broke her heart!
Стр. 288 - With feeble step and slow ; New ills that latter stage await, And old experience learns too late That all is vanity below. Life's vain delusions are gone by, Its idle hopes are o'er, Yet age remembers with a sigh The days that are no more.
Стр. 241 - 31 ZELICA. BY THOMAS MOORE. Fond maid ! the sorrow of her soul was such, Even reason sunk, — blighted beneath its touch; And though, ere long, her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dread pressure of its woes, Though health and bloom
Стр. 241 - And long, through many an after-year, When boyhood's dream had flown, With nothing left to hope or fear, I loved, in silence, on! More sacred ties at length are ours, As dear as those of yore ; And later joys, like autumn flowers, Have bloomed for us once more
Стр. 132 - Thus turns the earthly globe ;—though o'er His infant's corse a father mourn, Or child bedew its parents' urn, — Death passes neither house nor door. Blest is the mind, that, fixed and free, To wanton pleasures scorns to yield, And wards, as with a pliant shield, The arrows of adversity.
Стр. 284 - trust thee still Upon thy truth relying. E'en those who smile to see us part Shall see us meet with wonder; Such trials only make the heart That truly loves grow fonder. Our sorrows past shall be our pride, When with each other vying, Thou wilt confide in him, who lives Upon thy truth relying.
Стр. 41 - and mutilated soldier wept like an infant for whole hours. He might make a fortune, I think, if he would visit England, and appear as a public performer; but his pride forbids this, and he remains at Arques to show to any visitor unusual proofs of talent, ingenuity, ind philosophy!
Стр. 37 - right was the perfect model of Apollonic grace. His left arm was wanting. He was bareheaded, and his curled brown hair showed a forehead that Spurzheim would have almost worshipped. His features were all of manly beauty. His mustachios, military jacket, and
Стр. 36 - where Amarynthus, in his enthusiasm, fancies he hears the pipe of the sylvan deity. I descended the hill towards the village at a pace lively and free as the measure of the music which impelled me. When I reached the level ground, and came into the straggling street, the warbling ceased. It seemed as though enchantment had lured me to its