Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 стор. |
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... Heart , the Box Hill Burns , the birth of Burial Place , love of Byron lament on the death of Canadas , delights of the Canal and Brook Cassandra Castle , remains of a , in Yorkshire Chain of love , the Character of the principal ...
... Heart , the Box Hill Burns , the birth of Burial Place , love of Byron lament on the death of Canadas , delights of the Canal and Brook Cassandra Castle , remains of a , in Yorkshire Chain of love , the Character of the principal ...
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... Heart , the Hell's Bridge , description of Hindoo Manners , 177 305 174 290 275 260 244 326 270 291 . 254 , 302 344 138 28 274 292 127 248 122 70 30 265 188 37 281 Theology , Sketch of the chief seat of 328 Holland , Sketch of 46 Page ...
... Heart , the Hell's Bridge , description of Hindoo Manners , 177 305 174 290 275 260 244 326 270 291 . 254 , 302 344 138 28 274 292 127 248 122 70 30 265 188 37 281 Theology , Sketch of the chief seat of 328 Holland , Sketch of 46 Page ...
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... . What is Love ? Whittington's Alms Houses , description of Wife , the Woman , Young Poet , the heart of a 275 137 100 96 169 295 , 307 209 192 BELZONI . LONDON JO BUMPUS 185 LITERARY COLLECTIONS . Original INDEX . V.
... . What is Love ? Whittington's Alms Houses , description of Wife , the Woman , Young Poet , the heart of a 275 137 100 96 169 295 , 307 209 192 BELZONI . LONDON JO BUMPUS 185 LITERARY COLLECTIONS . Original INDEX . V.
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... Heart , the Burns , the birth of Burial Place , love of Byron lament on the death of Canal and Brook Cassandra Canadas , delights of the Castle , remains of a , in Yorkshire Chain of love , the Character of the principal nations of ...
... Heart , the Burns , the birth of Burial Place , love of Byron lament on the death of Canal and Brook Cassandra Canadas , delights of the Castle , remains of a , in Yorkshire Chain of love , the Character of the principal nations of ...
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... , description of 30 265 Heart , the 188 Hell's Bridge , description of ST Hindoo Manners , 281 - Theology , Sketch of the chief seat of 328 Holland , Sketch of 46 Page Holyrood Palace , Edinburgh , description of Home 192 ii INDEX .
... , description of 30 265 Heart , the 188 Hell's Bridge , description of ST Hindoo Manners , 281 - Theology , Sketch of the chief seat of 328 Holland , Sketch of 46 Page Holyrood Palace , Edinburgh , description of Home 192 ii INDEX .
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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...