The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. WattsAlaric Alexander Watts 1833 |
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... turning inwards with trouble . The supper was over , the tastefully decorated table was deserted , and the guests were again assembled in the ball - room . Fond partners , that might never dance with each other again , stood side by ...
... turning inwards with trouble . The supper was over , the tastefully decorated table was deserted , and the guests were again assembled in the ball - room . Fond partners , that might never dance with each other again , stood side by ...
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... turned upon the waggon on which he lay , with an expression of sadness too stern and severe for tears . The news of this disastrous battle was communi- cated to Count Adony at Salzburgh , in a letter from his cousin the Count Zichy ...
... turned upon the waggon on which he lay , with an expression of sadness too stern and severe for tears . The news of this disastrous battle was communi- cated to Count Adony at Salzburgh , in a letter from his cousin the Count Zichy ...
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... turned grey with suffering . He had already stepped on twenty years in as many weeks , and he was already to the eye a worn and broken down officer of veterans . He could not stir a pace without crutches ; and his hip had been so ...
... turned grey with suffering . He had already stepped on twenty years in as many weeks , and he was already to the eye a worn and broken down officer of veterans . He could not stir a pace without crutches ; and his hip had been so ...
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... turned fastidious since Catalani visited the Abbey . My Poortith Cauld , ' has been received both poorly and coldly , and the ' Banks of Bonnie Doon ' have been positively coughed down . Tempora mutan- tur . " - See Introductory Epistle ...
... turned fastidious since Catalani visited the Abbey . My Poortith Cauld , ' has been received both poorly and coldly , and the ' Banks of Bonnie Doon ' have been positively coughed down . Tempora mutan- tur . " - See Introductory Epistle ...
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... turned to talk to and to play with it . I traced it , in the extreme plainness of her own attire , and in the redundancy of ornament on that of her child . That one so gifted by nature should be unsusceptible of vanity , could scarcely ...
... turned to talk to and to play with it . I traced it , in the extreme plainness of her own attire , and in the redundancy of ornament on that of her child . That one so gifted by nature should be unsusceptible of vanity , could scarcely ...
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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...