The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts. [on large paper].Alaric Alexander Watts 1829 |
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... leave the moveables behind to share in the common destruction , when there was so little likelihood of their ever being inquired after . Thus ended the pride both of Heroncliff and Hazledell , which may still be seen , from each other ...
... leave the moveables behind to share in the common destruction , when there was so little likelihood of their ever being inquired after . Thus ended the pride both of Heroncliff and Hazledell , which may still be seen , from each other ...
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... leaves but little anxiety for the future . With a good education , picked up as he could , by snatches , a sprightly disposition , and a talent equal to any thing , young Vibert of Hazledell was as welcome abroad as he was at home ; and ...
... leaves but little anxiety for the future . With a good education , picked up as he could , by snatches , a sprightly disposition , and a talent equal to any thing , young Vibert of Hazledell was as welcome abroad as he was at home ; and ...
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... as much as you would be likely to make by leaving Yet , if it be your wish to go , e'en go ; I had you would leave me miserable , than stay to wish me . rather me dead . " The old man had worked himself into a fit of THE SISTERS . 13.
... as much as you would be likely to make by leaving Yet , if it be your wish to go , e'en go ; I had you would leave me miserable , than stay to wish me . rather me dead . " The old man had worked himself into a fit of THE SISTERS . 13.
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... leaves of autumn ; and a clouded sunset cast a few long streaks across the sward , and made the deep recesses look still more sombre . There are few who do not feel a melancholy peculiar to this period of the year . Marion had a double ...
... leaves of autumn ; and a clouded sunset cast a few long streaks across the sward , and made the deep recesses look still more sombre . There are few who do not feel a melancholy peculiar to this period of the year . Marion had a double ...
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... , he had come back to shake hands with him again . The younger ones , he said , were dropping about him , and leaving him desolate , to lament the luckless " " 6 humour which had impeded him from adding THE SISTERS . 21.
... , he had come back to shake hands with him again . The younger ones , he said , were dropping about him , and leaving him desolate , to lament the luckless " " 6 humour which had impeded him from adding THE SISTERS . 21.
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第 115 頁 - No marvel that the lady wept — it was the land of France — The chosen home of chivalry — the garden of romance ! The past was bright, like those dear hills so far behind her bark ; The future, like the gathering night, was ominous and dark! One gaze again — one long, last gaze — "Adieu, fair France, to thee !" The breeze comes forth — she is alone on the unconscious sea.
第 33 頁 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
第 272 頁 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
第 116 頁 - They half beguiled her of her cares, they soothed her into smiles, They won her thoughts from bigot zeal, and fierce domestic broils :— But hark ! the tramp of armed men ! the Douglas...
第 111 頁 - And all around the noonday sun a drowsy radiance cast. No sound of busy life was heard, save, from the cloister dim, The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters...
第 199 頁 - THOSE few pale autumn flowers, How beautiful they are ! Than all that went before, Than all the summer store, How lovelier far ! And why ? — They are the last ! The last ! the last ! the last ! Oh ! by that little word, How many thoughts are stirred...
第 114 頁 - The homage of a thousand hearts — the fond deep love of one — The hopes that dance around a life whose charms are but begun, — They lighten up her chestnut eye, they mantle o'er her cheek, They sparkle on her open brow, and high-souled joy bespeak. i Ah ! who shall blame if scarce that day, through all its brilliant hours, She thought of that quiet convent's calm — its sunshine and its flowers.
第 221 頁 - Black with the miner's blast, upon her height Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball Rebounding idly on her strength did light...
第 114 頁 - Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise. No marvel that the lady wept, — there was no land on earth She loved like that dear land, although she owed it not her birth ; It was her mother's land, the land of childhood and of friends, — It was the...
第 355 頁 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.