Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 páginas |
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... Queen of Scots , the tragical death of 252 Masquerades 73 Matrimonial Lottery 149 Maturin , Ode on the death of 146 Melody 299 Mermaid , the 336 Merton College , Oxford , description of 253 Mississippa Scheme , the 26 Moore , Mr Thomas ...
... Queen of Scots , the tragical death of 252 Masquerades 73 Matrimonial Lottery 149 Maturin , Ode on the death of 146 Melody 299 Mermaid , the 336 Merton College , Oxford , description of 253 Mississippa Scheme , the 26 Moore , Mr Thomas ...
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... Queen Elizabeth Rain Rainbow , to the Repentant prostitute , the Richardson the Novelist Robin Hood , epitaph on Roses and Gunpowder Salt , the desert of Saint Albans , the Abbey church of , description of Saint John's College ...
... Queen Elizabeth Rain Rainbow , to the Repentant prostitute , the Richardson the Novelist Robin Hood , epitaph on Roses and Gunpowder Salt , the desert of Saint Albans , the Abbey church of , description of Saint John's College ...
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... Queen of Scots , the tragical death of 252 Masquerades 73 Matrimonial Lottery 149 Maturin , Ode on the death of 146 Melody 299 Mermaid , the 336 Merton College , Oxford , description of 253 Mississippa Scheme , the 26 Moore , Mr Thomas ...
... Queen of Scots , the tragical death of 252 Masquerades 73 Matrimonial Lottery 149 Maturin , Ode on the death of 146 Melody 299 Mermaid , the 336 Merton College , Oxford , description of 253 Mississippa Scheme , the 26 Moore , Mr Thomas ...
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... Queen Elizabeth Rain Rainbow , to the Repentant prostitute , the Page . 320 180 203 231 263 276 120 83 157 100 14 , 334 150 293 228 145 121 41 15 51 22 132 160 , 170 280 262 110 304 220 88 254 72 191 135 Saint Albans , the Abbey church ...
... Queen Elizabeth Rain Rainbow , to the Repentant prostitute , the Page . 320 180 203 231 263 276 120 83 157 100 14 , 334 150 293 228 145 121 41 15 51 22 132 160 , 170 280 262 110 304 220 88 254 72 191 135 Saint Albans , the Abbey church ...
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... Queen Elizabeth , in the third year of her reign , constituted it a corporation ; and which years after , first sent parliamentary representatives . THE POET , A REAL CHARACTER . To an Old Friend . BY WILLIAM HOLLOWAY . REMEMBER you a ...
... Queen Elizabeth , in the third year of her reign , constituted it a corporation ; and which years after , first sent parliamentary representatives . THE POET , A REAL CHARACTER . To an Old Friend . BY WILLIAM HOLLOWAY . REMEMBER you a ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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...