The Literary Souvenir: Or, Cabinet of Poetry and RomanceAlaric Alexander Watts Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & J. Andrews, 1827 - 402 pages |
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... bosom stirs , Upspringing , ' midst the waves , to greet The fair earth's messengers , That woo him , from the moaning main , Back to her glorious bowers again . IV . They woo him , whispering lovely tales Of many a flowering glade ...
... bosom stirs , Upspringing , ' midst the waves , to greet The fair earth's messengers , That woo him , from the moaning main , Back to her glorious bowers again . IV . They woo him , whispering lovely tales Of many a flowering glade ...
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... bosom for them to gaze on , -a quivering of the eyelids that , miserable though it was to see , showed that their child was yet among the living . But now breath or mo- tion there was none , her name was the name of a sha- dow - for her ...
... bosom for them to gaze on , -a quivering of the eyelids that , miserable though it was to see , showed that their child was yet among the living . But now breath or mo- tion there was none , her name was the name of a sha- dow - for her ...
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... bosom ! A shadow moved over the church - yard , there was a sound as of steps , and the miserable man felt himself in the presence of some one whom he could not yet discern.— The feeling of that presence disarmed his grief , — -some ...
... bosom ! A shadow moved over the church - yard , there was a sound as of steps , and the miserable man felt himself in the presence of some one whom he could not yet discern.— The feeling of that presence disarmed his grief , — -some ...
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... bosom of the sky . The soul of the bereaved father felt its immortality ; and the dreadful darkness rolled off from the decrees of Providence . The mystery of the dream of life grew more supportable ; and he thought he heard the voice ...
... bosom of the sky . The soul of the bereaved father felt its immortality ; and the dreadful darkness rolled off from the decrees of Providence . The mystery of the dream of life grew more supportable ; and he thought he heard the voice ...
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... bosom friend and kinswoman , and addressed to a right noble lady , probably the prioress of some royal abbey in France , where many of Elizabeth's maternal relatives resided . The beginning of the letter is wholly illegible ; but , from ...
... bosom friend and kinswoman , and addressed to a right noble lady , probably the prioress of some royal abbey in France , where many of Elizabeth's maternal relatives resided . The beginning of the letter is wholly illegible ; but , from ...
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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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Abbey ALARIC Alice ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ANTILOCHUS auld beauty beneath bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Burgundians Charles Heath Charles Rolls charm cheek child cried curse dark daughter death dream duchess Duchess of York earth Edward Elizabeth Woodville Engraved fair fame fancy Father Cuddy fear feel Finden Flora Macdonald flowers frae GANASSA gazed glow grace hand happy hath heard heart heaven HOLLIS honour hope hour J. M. W. Turner Jacqueline Jeanie king lady LEXINGTON light lips Literary Souvenir look lord Lord Byron madam Methinks morning mother never night o'er painted passed queen Rebecca Swarth Rosalie rose round royal scene seemed shore sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine thing THOMAS DOUBLEDAY THOMAS HOOD thou thought voice waves wild WILLIAM SOTHEBY 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...