The Literary SouvenirLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, 1830 |
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... wind creeps up against the strame , an ' stales into one's buzzum , without givin ' a word's warnin ' . " 66 " It's not the wind , Tom , agra . It's something that's inside of the heart within me that ' s trimblin ' ! It's a dreary ...
... wind creeps up against the strame , an ' stales into one's buzzum , without givin ' a word's warnin ' . " 66 " It's not the wind , Tom , agra . It's something that's inside of the heart within me that ' s trimblin ' ! It's a dreary ...
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... wind's risin ' , an ' it's a hard push Tom Fagan ' ll have up the strame to the Grange . " Biddy , in a conflict of wonderment at this knowledge of her movements , and of delight at the wise woman's discourse , put the paper well under ...
... wind's risin ' , an ' it's a hard push Tom Fagan ' ll have up the strame to the Grange . " Biddy , in a conflict of wonderment at this knowledge of her movements , and of delight at the wise woman's discourse , put the paper well under ...
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... wind , and spurs and whip perpetually urged into the flanks of the half - maddened animal . Brian Oge , almost thunderstruck at what he saw , pulled up his horse , and with clasped hands gazed wildly on , while the unheeded dogs ran far ...
... wind , and spurs and whip perpetually urged into the flanks of the half - maddened animal . Brian Oge , almost thunderstruck at what he saw , pulled up his horse , and with clasped hands gazed wildly on , while the unheeded dogs ran far ...
Página 42
... pour into the dull ear of grief . Then may be heard the cheerful , hearty well - wishings of such as , having them- selves often braved the winds and waves , think but of the anticipated success and speedy return of those who are.
... pour into the dull ear of grief . Then may be heard the cheerful , hearty well - wishings of such as , having them- selves often braved the winds and waves , think but of the anticipated success and speedy return of those who are.
Página 45
... wind , which was fair as the heart of seaman could desire , had gradually in- creased from a pleasant breeze to a hard dry gale : but where is the sailor who does not love the breeze , ―rude though it be , -which wafts him swiftly to ...
... wind , which was fair as the heart of seaman could desire , had gradually in- creased from a pleasant breeze to a hard dry gale : but where is the sailor who does not love the breeze , ―rude though it be , -which wafts him swiftly to ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aid-de-camp ALARIC Anakims Angels Antonietta arms Beauchamp beautiful behold beneath Biddy Keenahan bless boat bosom breath brigands bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES CHARLES ROLLS cheek cheering cried dark daughter dead dear deep dreadful dream earth Ellen Engraved eyes fancy father fear feeling fell flowers gaze gentle girl glance gone grace hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hessians honour hope hour India paper ITHRAN J.M.W.Turner lady Lanty light lips living look Louisa Lowton mind morning Mortimer never Nicastro night o'er once Orme passed Peppè Tosco Pompeii poor Portraits ravelin Rolls round Rowena Scogan seemed sigh Sir A. D. Sir Walter Scott smile song soon soul spirit stood sure sweet tears teraphim thee thine thing THOMAS MOORE thou thought town Vanity Fair Vernet Villars voice waves wild wind wood words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 55 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Página 55 - Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Página 323 - AT evening time, let there be light; Life's little day draws near its close ; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose ; To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time, let there be light.
Página 324 - At evening time there shall be light ! For God hath spoken ; it must be ; Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight ; His glory now is risen on me ; Mine eyes shall his salvation see ; 'T is evening time, and there is light ! 991.
Página 359 - Your wheelings, dartings, divings, rambles, Your restless roving round and round The circuit of your crystal bound, — Is but the task of weary pain, An endless labour, dull and vain ; And while your forms are gaily shining Your little lives are inly pining ! Nay ! but still I fain would dream That ye are happy as ye seem, Deck'd in Oriental pride, By homely British fire-side.
Página 178 - I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow ; Where is she gone, where is she gone ? She told me such horrors were never worn now : And I — am left all alone...
Página 320 - I never •was a favourite, My mother never smiled On me, with half the tenderness That blessed her fairer child : I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek, While fondled on her knee ; I've turned away, to hide my tears, There was no kiss for me!
Página 320 - I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek, While fondled on her knee ; I've turned away, to hide my tears, — There was no kiss for me ! And yet I strove to please with all My little store of sense ; I strove to please, and infancy Can rarely give offence ; But when my artless efforts met A cold ungentle check, I did not dare to throw myself In tears upon her neck ! How...
Página 201 - Not all alone, — the whispering trees, The rippling brook, the starry sky, — Have each peculiar harmonies, To soothe, subdue, and sanctify : The low, sweet breath of evening's sigh, For thee hath oft a friendly tone, To lift thy grateful thoughts on high...
Página 321 - I strove to please, with all My little store of sense ; I strove to please, and infancy Can rarely give offence ; But when my artless efforts met A cold, ungentle check, I did not dare to throw myself In tears upon her neck. How blessed are the beautiful ! Love watches o'er their birth ; Oh, beauty ! in my nursery I learned to know thy worth, — For even there I often felt Forsaken and forlorn, And wished — for others wished it too — I never had been born.