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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... took place with respect to the miser's hose . His stockings , as the reader doubtless remembers , were originally of silk ; they were , however , so repeatedly mended with worsted , that they at length became wholly of that humble ...
... took place with respect to the miser's hose . His stockings , as the reader doubtless remembers , were originally of silk ; they were , however , so repeatedly mended with worsted , that they at length became wholly of that humble ...
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... took possession of her 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 ...
... took possession of her 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 ...
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... took her way ; Sighs to heave , and teares to shed O'er the spot where Damon laye . Manye a blooming flower she bore , O'er the green grass turf to throw ; And , while fast her teares did pour , Thus she sang to soothe her woe : દ Soft ...
... took her way ; Sighs to heave , and teares to shed O'er the spot where Damon laye . Manye a blooming flower she bore , O'er the green grass turf to throw ; And , while fast her teares did pour , Thus she sang to soothe her woe : દ Soft ...
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... took notice of , was various instruments of tor- ture which every where met my eyes . Torture has , in most other governments of Europe , been abolished by the mild spirit of the times ; but it reigns here in full force and terror . I ...
... took notice of , was various instruments of tor- ture which every where met my eyes . Torture has , in most other governments of Europe , been abolished by the mild spirit of the times ; but it reigns here in full force and terror . I ...
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... took me to the back of the throne , and made me take notice of a number of industrious poor , to whom the queen was secretly distributing bread . I saw the Genius of Com- merce doing her homage , and discovered the British cross woven ...
... took me to the back of the throne , and made me take notice of a number of industrious poor , to whom the queen was secretly distributing bread . I saw the Genius of Com- merce doing her homage , and discovered the British cross woven ...
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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...