The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. WattsAlaric Alexander Watts 1833 |
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... gazes , were baffled and made sad by the silent dignity of eyes serenely bright , that never looked upon their flattering worship with one ray of favour . Such was Beatrice Adony ; -all the fair girls were fond of her , and proud of her ...
... gazes , were baffled and made sad by the silent dignity of eyes serenely bright , that never looked upon their flattering worship with one ray of favour . Such was Beatrice Adony ; -all the fair girls were fond of her , and proud of her ...
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... gazed on the countenance on which the fever spot was burning , and she smiled , for hope whis- pered her , that he should not surely die ! and both spoke cheerfully , and an affectionate contest ensued , in which I could gather that the ...
... gazed on the countenance on which the fever spot was burning , and she smiled , for hope whis- pered her , that he should not surely die ! and both spoke cheerfully , and an affectionate contest ensued , in which I could gather that the ...
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... gazed , my heart grew calm , and my senses returned . There was something so touching in those still meek features , that the fountains of pity in my bosom were opened ; there was life in their very paleness , for life is where- ever ...
... gazed , my heart grew calm , and my senses returned . There was something so touching in those still meek features , that the fountains of pity in my bosom were opened ; there was life in their very paleness , for life is where- ever ...
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... gazed with thoughtful eyes , And her slumbering senses woke , And she died in Christ , the truest heart That ever for love was broke . Three years went on - and then a knight Sought gentle Margaret's hand ; A knight renowned for gallant ...
... gazed with thoughtful eyes , And her slumbering senses woke , And she died in Christ , the truest heart That ever for love was broke . Three years went on - and then a knight Sought gentle Margaret's hand ; A knight renowned for gallant ...
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Alaric Alexander Watts. All gazed on them with joy and pride ; He brave as she was fair ; - And again Earl Walter's soul was glad , In looking on that pair . But when the bridal morn was come , Dim grew each look of pride , And musing ...
Alaric Alexander Watts. All gazed on them with joy and pride ; He brave as she was fair ; - And again Earl Walter's soul was glad , In looking on that pair . But when the bridal morn was come , Dim grew each look of pride , And musing ...
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Стр. 54 - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
Стр. xv - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight; 5 While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Стр. 57 - Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, For thy rod and thy staff they comfort me And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Стр. 37 - Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom, For sportive youth to stray in ; For manhood to enjoy his strength ; And age to wear away in...
Стр. 252 - To guide the pious tenor of my lay. The muses (sacred by their gifts divine) In early days did to my wondering sense Their secrets oft reveal : oft my rais'd ear In slumber felt their music : oft at noon Or hour of sunset, by some lonely stream, In field or shady grove, they taught me words Of power from death and envy to preserve The good man's name.
Стр. 251 - Of ancient Time; and haply, while he scans The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures. Pan commands, Oft as the Delian king with...
Стр. 18 - The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow...
Стр. 102 - As the morning star was fair ; She was clothed in a robe of shadowy light, And veiled by her golden hair. They made me king of the Fairy Isles, That lie in the golden mist, Where the coral rocks and the silvery sand By singing waves are kissed. Far off, in the ocean solitudes They lie, a glorious seven ; Like a beautiful group of sister stars, In the untraced heights of heaven : For the mariner sails them round about, But he comes them not anigh ; They are hid far off, in a secret place Of the sea's...
Стр. 252 - His footsteps ; and with your unsullied streams His lips will bathe : whether the eternal lore Of Themis, or the majesty of Jove, To mortals he reveal ; or teach his lyre The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils, In those unfading islands of the blessed, Where sacred bards abide.
Стр. 101 - Tis well that ye should hear. I dwelt in a hall of silvery pearl, With rainbow light inlaid ; I sate on a throne, as old as the sea, Of the ruby coral made. The old carbuncle lit the dome, Where I was sworn a king ; And my crown was wrought of the pale sea gold, And so was my fairy ring. And she who was set on my right hand, As the morning star was fair ; She was clothed in a robe of shadowy light. And veiled by her golden hair. They made me king of the Fairy Isles That lie in the golden mist, Where...