Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 páginas |
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... hands ; made fast with thoughts , not to be unloosed with fingers . TRUTH . TRUTH is the glory of time , aud the ... hand never fails , and her faith never fears ; her church is without schism , her city without fraud , her court ...
... hands ; made fast with thoughts , not to be unloosed with fingers . TRUTH . TRUTH is the glory of time , aud the ... hand never fails , and her faith never fears ; her church is without schism , her city without fraud , her court ...
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... ; Pardons , nor jubilees ; Nor organs , chantings , elocution , Imposition of hands ; Nor consecration , absolution , Cassocks , scarfs , roses , bands : Pope . Nor art thou election , reprobation , Nor the long LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 23.
... ; Pardons , nor jubilees ; Nor organs , chantings , elocution , Imposition of hands ; Nor consecration , absolution , Cassocks , scarfs , roses , bands : Pope . Nor art thou election , reprobation , Nor the long LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 23.
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... hand , with her heart in it , to Francesco . Great was the joy ; but at the nuptial feast , When all sat down , the bride herself was wanting . Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried , " Tis but to make a trial of our love ...
... hand , with her heart in it , to Francesco . Great was the joy ; but at the nuptial feast , When all sat down , the bride herself was wanting . Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried , " Tis but to make a trial of our love ...
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... hand . On stopping at his approach , he desired us to proceed , complimenting us on the sweetness of our music , expressed the surprise he was in on hearing it , and lean- ing his basket on an old trunk , listened with all the en ...
... hand . On stopping at his approach , he desired us to proceed , complimenting us on the sweetness of our music , expressed the surprise he was in on hearing it , and lean- ing his basket on an old trunk , listened with all the en ...
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... hand . Paisley . A.H.N. THE DEAD SOLDIER . HE sleeps ! the hour of mortal pain And warrior pride alike are past ... hands were warm ; That lid , half shewing the glazed ball , Was life ! -thou chill and clay - fac'd form , Is this the ...
... hand . Paisley . A.H.N. THE DEAD SOLDIER . HE sleeps ! the hour of mortal pain And warrior pride alike are past ... hands were warm ; That lid , half shewing the glazed ball , Was life ! -thou chill and clay - fac'd form , Is this the ...
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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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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...