The Ladies' SouvenirNathaniel Parker Willis Leavitt and Allen, 379 Broadway, 1853 - 224 стор. |
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... hands locked before her - her heart beating fast , And around her the forest's majestic arcade , With the pure sunset burning like fire through the shade : He spake of the goodness , the glory of Him , Whose smile lit the Heavens ...
... hands locked before her - her heart beating fast , And around her the forest's majestic arcade , With the pure sunset burning like fire through the shade : He spake of the goodness , the glory of Him , Whose smile lit the Heavens ...
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... , an arm stole softly around her waist , dark locks mingled with her sunny ones as a warm breath swept over her cheek — and Kitty Coleman hid her face - not in her hands . Harry forgot his book again that night , and never 22 THE ROMP .
... , an arm stole softly around her waist , dark locks mingled with her sunny ones as a warm breath swept over her cheek — and Kitty Coleman hid her face - not in her hands . Harry forgot his book again that night , and never 22 THE ROMP .
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... hand the next morning ; for Harry visited the squire very early the next morning , and had a private interview ; and the good old gentleman tapped him on the shoulder , and said , " with all my heart ; " and Aunt Martha looked as glad ...
... hand the next morning ; for Harry visited the squire very early the next morning , and had a private interview ; and the good old gentleman tapped him on the shoulder , and said , " with all my heart ; " and Aunt Martha looked as glad ...
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... hand ; she sighs Amid the timbrels , and the thronged resort Of whisperers , in anger or in sport ; ' Mid looks of love , defiance , hate , and scorn ; Hood - winked with faery fancy ; all amort , Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn ...
... hand ; she sighs Amid the timbrels , and the thronged resort Of whisperers , in anger or in sport ; ' Mid looks of love , defiance , hate , and scorn ; Hood - winked with faery fancy ; all amort , Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn ...
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... hand : Saying , " Mercy , Porphyro ! hie thee from this place ; They are all here to - night , the whole blood - thirsty race . XII . " Get hence ! get hence ! there's dwarfish Hildebrand , He had a fever late , and in the fit He cursed ...
... hand : Saying , " Mercy , Porphyro ! hie thee from this place ; They are all here to - night , the whole blood - thirsty race . XII . " Get hence ! get hence ! there's dwarfish Hildebrand , He had a fever late , and in the fit He cursed ...
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Сторінка 46 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV "Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 39 - For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. Wait here, my child, with patience; kneel in prayer The while: Ah ! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.
Сторінка 34 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage: not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Сторінка 45 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 48 - Tis dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat: " No dream, alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. — Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing — A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing.
Сторінка 32 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and winged St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Сторінка 41 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 48 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Сторінка 34 - He had a fever late, and in the fit He cursed thee and thine, both house and land ; Then there's that old Lord Maurice, not a whit More tame for his gray hairs— alas me ! flit ! Flit like a ghost away !" "Ah, gossip dear, We're safe enough ; here in this arm-chair sit, And tell me how —
Сторінка 36 - But soon his eyes grew brilliant, when she told His lady's purpose; and he scarce could brook Tears, at the thought of those enchantments cold, And Madeline asleep in lap of legends old.