The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... sweet - briars shed , And the beauty that bows the wood - hyacinth's head . Oh ! happy child in thy fawn - like glee ! What is remembrance or thought to thee ? Fill thy bright locks with those gifts of spring , O'er thy green pathway ...
... sweet - briars shed , And the beauty that bows the wood - hyacinth's head . Oh ! happy child in thy fawn - like glee ! What is remembrance or thought to thee ? Fill thy bright locks with those gifts of spring , O'er thy green pathway ...
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... sweet secrets are written all over ; Fragrant as blooming - thou lovely rose tree ! The tears of the midnight , why hang they on thee ? 3 . Dark cypress I see thee - thou art my reply , Why the tears of the night on thy comrade trees ...
... sweet secrets are written all over ; Fragrant as blooming - thou lovely rose tree ! The tears of the midnight , why hang they on thee ? 3 . Dark cypress I see thee - thou art my reply , Why the tears of the night on thy comrade trees ...
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... sweet voice . O my father ! this is it ; " and Cain trembled exceedingly . The voice was sweet indeed , but it was thin and querulous like that of a feeble slave in misery , who despairs altogether , yet can not refrain himself from ...
... sweet voice . O my father ! this is it ; " and Cain trembled exceedingly . The voice was sweet indeed , but it was thin and querulous like that of a feeble slave in misery , who despairs altogether , yet can not refrain himself from ...
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... tenderness , " Since this sweet rose I owe to you , " Dear girl , why may I not possess " The lovelier rose that gave it too ? " WORK WITHOUT HOPE . LINES COMPOSED ON A DAY IN AN AGED WIDOW'S OWN WORDS . 26 27 From the Italian.
... tenderness , " Since this sweet rose I owe to you , " Dear girl , why may I not possess " The lovelier rose that gave it too ? " WORK WITHOUT HOPE . LINES COMPOSED ON A DAY IN AN AGED WIDOW'S OWN WORDS . 26 27 From the Italian.
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... bright world seems Cast back into her youth of endless springs ! — - -Sweet mother , is it so ? - -or grow I old , Bewildered in divine Elysian dreams ? November , 1825 . B C. • SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART . LETTER FROM SIR.
... bright world seems Cast back into her youth of endless springs ! — - -Sweet mother , is it so ? - -or grow I old , Bewildered in divine Elysian dreams ? November , 1825 . B C. • SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART . LETTER FROM SIR.
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Adam Ferguson appeared Appollonia Augustus Fox Baal baron Battle of Montiel beautiful Beauvilliers BEGUE beneath brave breath bright brow Cain Cathleen Chancery Lane cheek child cried crown 8vo dark David Wilkie dost doth dream Earl exclaimed eyes fair farewell father fear flowers Gabriella grace grave grief GUESCLIN Halloran hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Hogan honour hope HOUSSAYE husband John Gibson Lockhart King Lady Leonora Leverton light look Lord MARIA DE PADILLA Master Bertram Master Toby morning never night noble o'er old woman ONIS Painted passed Pedlar Pedro PEREZ poor Portrait Queen R.A. Engraved racter Reichenstein replied RODRIGO rose round S. T. Coleridge scarcely Sir Thomas Lawrence sleep smile SOLDIER soul Stothard sweet tell thee thine thing Thomas Thomas Stothard thou art thought turned voice vols William Pickering young youth
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Стр. 24 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Стр. 139 - 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! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold!
Стр. 24 - The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
Стр. 20 - Fairly began — but finish'd not; And fruitless, late remorse doth trace — Like Hebrew lore a backward pace — Her irrecoverable race. Disjointed numbers; sense unknit Huge reams of folly, shreds of wit; Compose the mingled mass of it. My scalded eyes no longer brook Upon this ink-blurr'd thing to look — Go, shut the leaves, and clasp the book.
Стр. 138 - 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! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Стр. 140 - A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree : And lo ! where Mary leans her head, Two dear names carved upon the tree ! And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow...
Стр. 12 - neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came ; And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 138 - Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold! What strange disguise hast now put on, To make believe, that thou art gone?
Стр. 304 - Face of the curled streams, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any ; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells ; Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines, caves and dells ; Choose where thou wilt...
Стр. xi - With the hare through the copses and dingles wild ! With the butterfly over the heath, fair child ? Yes : the light fall of thy bounding feet Hath not startled the wren from her mossy seat ; Yet hast thou ranged the green forest-dells, And brought back a treasure of buds and bells.