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Autres éditions - Tout afficher
The Literary Souvenir: Or, Cabinet of Poetry and Romance Alaric Alexander Watts Affichage du livre entier - 1826 |
The Literary Souvenir; Or Cabinet of Poetry and Romance Edited by Alaric a Watts Alaric Alexander Watts Aucun aperçu disponible - 2012 |
The Literary Souvenir; Or, Cabinet of Poetry and Romance, Ed. by A. A. Watts Alaric Alexander Watts Aucun aperçu disponible - 2020 |
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appeared approach arms beauty beneath bosom breath bright brow cheek child close cold dark daughter death deep dream earth Edward Elizabeth face fair father fear feel felt flowers fortune France gazed give grace green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven HOLLIS honour hope hour king lady land leaves less light lips living look lord mind morning mother nature never night o'er once painted passed poor present queen received rest rose round royal scene seemed seen shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stars stood suffered sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought took tree turned voice waves whole wild winds young youth
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Page 66 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there, my child !
Page 66 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Page 388 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, Or...
Page 321 - Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed!
Page 65 - Not there, not there, my child. Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies, Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? Not there, not there, my child.
Page 65 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings...
Page 67 - LADY. A STAR would be a flower ; So down from heaven it came, And in a honeysuckle bower Lit up its little flame. There on a bank, beneath the shade, By sprays, and leaves, and blossoms made, It overlook'd the garden-ground, — A landscape stretching ten yards round ; O what a change of place From gazing through the...
Page 28 - The meeting sweet that made me thrill, The sweetmeats almost sweeter still, No ' satis' to the 'jams' — When that I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! FAIR INES.
Page 92 - Of matchless sand : — I heard the black seas roar, And winds that rose and fell with gusty haste. There was one scathed tree, by storm defaced, Round which the sea-birds wheeled with screaming cry. Ere long came on a traveller, slowly paced ; Now east, then west, he turned with curious eye, Like one perplexed with an uncertainty.
Page 30 - My head's ne'er out of school : My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight, I have too many foes to fight, And friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake, It makes me shrink and sigh...
Informations bibliographiques
| Titre | The Literary Souvenir: Or, Cabinet of Poetry and Romance |
| Rédacteur | Alaric Alexander Watts |
| Éditeur | Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & J. Andrews, 1827 |
| Original provenant de | Université d'Oxford |
| Numérisé | 3 août 2007 |
| Longueur | 402 pages |
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