The Flowers of Literature: Consisting of Selections from History, Biography, Poetry, and Romance; Jeux D'esprit, Traditionary Relics, and Essays, with Translations from Approved Authors, Том 1T. Tegg, 1824 |
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... Heart of Mid Lothian - Clerical wit - Cure for superstition Picture of a Scottish gentlewoman of the last century Scottish gipsies - Billy Marshal - Rachel Bailley - Jean Gordon -Madge Gordon A benevolent frolic The chevalier Bayard A ...
... Heart of Mid Lothian - Clerical wit - Cure for superstition Picture of a Scottish gentlewoman of the last century Scottish gipsies - Billy Marshal - Rachel Bailley - Jean Gordon -Madge Gordon A benevolent frolic The chevalier Bayard A ...
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... heart by gentleness , and she will make you an exemplary wife . Ever blooming in youth and beauty , when you fade into the tomb , she will still be lovely , and remain as a tender ever - green mourning upon a new sodded grave . Years ...
... heart by gentleness , and she will make you an exemplary wife . Ever blooming in youth and beauty , when you fade into the tomb , she will still be lovely , and remain as a tender ever - green mourning upon a new sodded grave . Years ...
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... heart of Brenno ; and his exultations spoke eloquently in his mantling cheeks . He had waited but a short time in his hiding - place , when from the hills of the west came a luminous but moving appearance in the sky . He gazed at it in ...
... heart of Brenno ; and his exultations spoke eloquently in his mantling cheeks . He had waited but a short time in his hiding - place , when from the hills of the west came a luminous but moving appearance in the sky . He gazed at it in ...
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... heart . Her light etherial blood was incapable of lasting grief , and sorrow passed over her countenance , as the night cloud that sails across the full - orbed moon , and obscures its light with but a transient gloom . Hopeless of ...
... heart . Her light etherial blood was incapable of lasting grief , and sorrow passed over her countenance , as the night cloud that sails across the full - orbed moon , and obscures its light with but a transient gloom . Hopeless of ...
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... heart of Brenno was happy . They lived long and tranquilly together ; and the beau- tiful Zoe imparted the privilege of immortality to her children , whose descendants still flourish in the dark- browed mountains of Swabia . Years and ...
... heart of Brenno was happy . They lived long and tranquilly together ; and the beau- tiful Zoe imparted the privilege of immortality to her children , whose descendants still flourish in the dark- browed mountains of Swabia . Years and ...
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Æneid Alkaid appeared arms ascer beautiful bells Beresina Billy Billy Taylor boat body Brahmin Brenno called captain character Chilvers church countenance court dead death door dreadful dress duke Emperor Esbern Snare escape eyes father favour fear feelings fell fire fool gave gentleman ghosts grave GRIHASTHA hand head heard heart honour hope horses hour Jean Gordon John Sheares kind king lady length live London look Lord marriage mind mistress morning Moscow mother Mozart nature never night NORTH RONA observed once Papa Stour passed person poet poor queen racter returned salt salt-box seemed smile soldiers sometimes soon soul spirit tears tell Thalia thing thou thought tion told took town Ve Skerries veil Venetian Venice Whig wife witch woman words young
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Сторінка 326 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
Сторінка 59 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 93 - As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin, that made the gloom more ghastly, every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster, I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain.
Сторінка 327 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Сторінка 326 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! They come ! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering...
Сторінка 184 - O'erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis, And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder When the gigantic Memnon fell asunder...
Сторінка 326 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Сторінка 183 - Revisiting the glimpses of the moon, Not like thin ghosts, or disembodied creatures, But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features. Tell us, for doubtless thou canst recollect, To whom should we assign the Sphinx's...
Сторінка 325 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Сторінка 325 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...