The Literary SouvenirLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, 1830 |
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Página 72
... woods and hills , And the wild sounds of melancholy rills , This covering turf may bloom ; But ne'er hath Fame made relics of its flowers , - Never hath pilgrim sought their household bowers , Or poet hailed their tomb . " " " VIII ...
... woods and hills , And the wild sounds of melancholy rills , This covering turf may bloom ; But ne'er hath Fame made relics of its flowers , - Never hath pilgrim sought their household bowers , Or poet hailed their tomb . " " " VIII ...
Página 88
... wood apparently just torn from the walls . The female darted into an inner chamber at the noise of his approach , and as the outlaw jumped upon the floor , his men made their appearance by the more legitimate avenue of the door ; and ...
... wood apparently just torn from the walls . The female darted into an inner chamber at the noise of his approach , and as the outlaw jumped upon the floor , his men made their appearance by the more legitimate avenue of the door ; and ...
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... woods ; the meadow - sweet , the willow herb , and the golden flag , fringed the banks ; cows stood cooling their limbs in the shallow indented bays , and a flock of sheep was lying at rest in the distant meadows . Altogether it was a ...
... woods ; the meadow - sweet , the willow herb , and the golden flag , fringed the banks ; cows stood cooling their limbs in the shallow indented bays , and a flock of sheep was lying at rest in the distant meadows . Altogether it was a ...
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... wood and water , mountain and plain , was added the indescribable charm of the colouring of a southern autumn evening ; the sky and the waves , in which the sun was sinking , glowed with a refulgence that only Claude Lorraine , in a few ...
... wood and water , mountain and plain , was added the indescribable charm of the colouring of a southern autumn evening ; the sky and the waves , in which the sun was sinking , glowed with a refulgence that only Claude Lorraine , in a few ...
Página 131
... wood , and the stilly flutter of the wings of the rapid bat , were also among the sounds of that quiet hour , their union was sweet , and formed a tranquil symphony that harmonized with the scene . Poor Antonietta felt it as became her ...
... wood , and the stilly flutter of the wings of the rapid bat , were also among the sounds of that quiet hour , their union was sweet , and formed a tranquil symphony that harmonized with the scene . Poor Antonietta felt it as became her ...
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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.