Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... face of death surveyed . Alone she sat : -from hill and wood Red sank the mournful sun ; Fast gushed the fount of noble blood , Treason its worst had done . With her long hair she vainly prest ; - The wounds , to staunch their tide ...
... face of death surveyed . Alone she sat : -from hill and wood Red sank the mournful sun ; Fast gushed the fount of noble blood , Treason its worst had done . With her long hair she vainly prest ; - The wounds , to staunch their tide ...
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... above a fortnight out , and had visited most of the usual points in the tour of the Alps ; and had , already , begun to turn my face towards A Monarch's Death-bed, by F An Adventure among the Alps, by the Author of "Gilbert Earle"
... above a fortnight out , and had visited most of the usual points in the tour of the Alps ; and had , already , begun to turn my face towards A Monarch's Death-bed, by F An Adventure among the Alps, by the Author of "Gilbert Earle"
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... face towards my head- quarters , here . I had slept , the night before , at the hospice on the Great St. Bernard ; and had set off , early in the morning , to have day - light to take me into the Valais , intending to get to Martigny ...
... face towards my head- quarters , here . I had slept , the night before , at the hospice on the Great St. Bernard ; and had set off , early in the morning , to have day - light to take me into the Valais , intending to get to Martigny ...
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... face of comely features , and peculiar good humour and openness of expression . Before we got to his village , I was master of his whole history . It was an old attachment , he told me , which was to be crowned the next day . When he ...
... face of comely features , and peculiar good humour and openness of expression . Before we got to his village , I was master of his whole history . It was an old attachment , he told me , which was to be crowned the next day . When he ...
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... faces , and hearing the merry voices , natural to a wedding , I met nothing but hurried steps , and clouded faces ; and no one spoke but in a hurried and under tone . The cause of this soon occurred to me , and the mother speedily con ...
... faces , and hearing the merry voices , natural to a wedding , I met nothing but hurried steps , and clouded faces ; and no one spoke but in a hurried and under tone . The cause of this soon occurred to me , and the mother speedily con ...
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agony arms beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bosom breast breath bright brow Charles North charm cheek child clouds cold Constance countenance dark dead death deep dogs dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel Ferhaud flowers flowing tear garden gaze gentle GLASTONBURY ABBEY glowing grace grave grief hand happiness hath head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Khosroo king king of Bohemia lady LADY CAROLINE LAMB laugh light lips live lonely look Lord LORD BYRON lover Marian Martin Jansens Molch monarch morning ness never night o'er pale passed pedlar Pierre Pine Hollow Reichter Robert Shirley rose scene Scottish lassie Seaforth seemed shade Shah Abbas Shirene sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spot stranger sweet tale tears thee thine thing THOMAS DALE thou art thought Timanthe trembling voice wanderer wild woman wood young youth
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Página 397 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Página 397 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...
Página 398 - The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth-day, — The tree is living yet ! I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis...
Página 359 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Página 88 - To mark the sufferings of the babe That cannot speak its woe ; To see the infant tears gush forth, Yet know not why they flow ; To meet the meek uplifted eye, That fain would ask relief, Yet can but tell of agony, — THIS is a mother's grief ! -\ Thro...
Página 395 - Shine in the light, that streaks the sev'ring clouds, Bid her speed on, and greet her with a song : — Go, beautiful and gentle Dove, — But whither wilt thou go ? For though the clouds ride high above, How sad and waste is all below ! The wife of Shem, a moment to her breast Held the poor bird, and kiss'd it.
Página 37 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Página 361 - The year's in the wane, There is nothing adorning, The night has no eve, And the day has no morning ;— Cold winter gives warning.
Página 209 - That wast ere time, — shalt be when time is o'er ; Ages and worlds begin — grow old — and end, Systems and suns thy changeless throne before, Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore...
Página 89 - O'er what was once the chief Of all the treasured joys of earth, — This is a Mother's grief. Yet when the first wild throb is past Of anguish and despair, To lift the eye of faith to heaven, And think — my child is there...