Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 стор. |
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... face were as- sociated with some of his wildest reveries ; his feelings of affection were united with many undefinable sensations ; he felt as if she was not the wife of his brother , although he knew her to be so , and his soul ...
... face were as- sociated with some of his wildest reveries ; his feelings of affection were united with many undefinable sensations ; he felt as if she was not the wife of his brother , although he knew her to be so , and his soul ...
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... face of nature . The glorious hues of earth and sky seemed indeed to sanction and re- joice in their mutual happiness . The darker spirit of the brother had now fearfully overcome him . The dreaming predictions of his most imaginative ...
... face of nature . The glorious hues of earth and sky seemed indeed to sanction and re- joice in their mutual happiness . The darker spirit of the brother had now fearfully overcome him . The dreaming predictions of his most imaginative ...
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... face ; Each party arrogates thy presence ; Yet how few share thy grace ! Thou art not those singularities That sectaries applaud ; Nor the vain - glorious charities , From riches got by fraud . Nor art thou transubstantiation , Chrism ...
... face ; Each party arrogates thy presence ; Yet how few share thy grace ! Thou art not those singularities That sectaries applaud ; Nor the vain - glorious charities , From riches got by fraud . Nor art thou transubstantiation , Chrism ...
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... face , So lovely , yet so arch , so full of mirth . The overflowings of an innocent beart- It haunts me still , tho ' many a year has fled , Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heir - loom , its companion , An oaken ...
... face , So lovely , yet so arch , so full of mirth . The overflowings of an innocent beart- It haunts me still , tho ' many a year has fled , Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heir - loom , its companion , An oaken ...
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... face to face on the summit . They were Cairn and Bendearg ! These two hereditary enemies , who would have gloried and rejoiced in mortal strife with each other on a hill side , turned deadly pale at the fatal ren- counter . I was first ...
... face to face on the summit . They were Cairn and Bendearg ! These two hereditary enemies , who would have gloried and rejoiced in mortal strife with each other on a hill side , turned deadly pale at the fatal ren- counter . I was first ...
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arms Barnard Castle beautiful behold BETHLEM HOSPITAL bloom bosom Box Hill breast breath bright brow castle character charms cheek child church clouds cottage COUNTESS OF DEVONSHIRE dark daugh death delight Der Freischutz earth Evaline eyes fair father feelings flowers fortune garden genius glory grace grave hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills Holyrood Palace honour hour Kenilworth Castle King lady light live look Lord Mary mind morning mountains mourn nature never night Norham Castle o'er palace pass pleasure poet POOLEY BRIDGE poor pride queen rest rock rose round SAVOY PALACE scene Shakspeare side sigh Sir William Stanhope sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit sweet Tamworth tears tender thee thine thing thou thought tion tower trees village virtue walk Wallace's Cave weep wife wild young youth
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Сторінка 160 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Сторінка 345 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Сторінка 159 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Сторінка 159 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Сторінка 159 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Сторінка 194 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Сторінка 159 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Сторінка 76 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
Сторінка 177 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Сторінка 76 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...