Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 páginas |
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... father removed along with them to Mr. Roberts ' , where they were long blessed with every domestic felicity , and social endearment . Heavenly peace dwelt in the bosom of Edmund , joy ever sparkled in Maria's eyes , happiness increased ...
... father removed along with them to Mr. Roberts ' , where they were long blessed with every domestic felicity , and social endearment . Heavenly peace dwelt in the bosom of Edmund , joy ever sparkled in Maria's eyes , happiness increased ...
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... father of English poetry . Having re - crossed the transept , we pass under portions of the north west gallery , the back of which is supported by slender pillars , greatly disfiguring this part of the church , and again enter the nave ...
... father of English poetry . Having re - crossed the transept , we pass under portions of the north west gallery , the back of which is supported by slender pillars , greatly disfiguring this part of the church , and again enter the nave ...
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... home ,. Belike who never saw his children's face , Whose children knew no father , he is gone , Dropt from existence , like the withered leaf That from the summer tree is swept away , Its. LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 69 69 ...
... home ,. Belike who never saw his children's face , Whose children knew no father , he is gone , Dropt from existence , like the withered leaf That from the summer tree is swept away , Its. LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 69 69 ...
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... father's hate . * Soft on her breast her slumb'ring babe she laid ? Down gush'd the big round tear as thus she said : ' How fierce that foaming billow past , And ope'd a wat❜ry grave ; ' Death seems to yell in ev'ry blast , ' And frown ...
... father's hate . * Soft on her breast her slumb'ring babe she laid ? Down gush'd the big round tear as thus she said : ' How fierce that foaming billow past , And ope'd a wat❜ry grave ; ' Death seems to yell in ev'ry blast , ' And frown ...
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... father's wrathful curse , " That curse thou canst not fear . Thy looks are joy , the heart that's glad , The downy smile is thine ; ' My lot is grief , the soul that's sad , The bitt'rest pang is mine . 6 To sleep in joy , thy ravish'd ...
... father's wrathful curse , " That curse thou canst not fear . Thy looks are joy , the heart that's glad , The downy smile is thine ; ' My lot is grief , the soul that's sad , The bitt'rest pang is mine . 6 To sleep in joy , thy ravish'd ...
Termos e frases comuns
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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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...