Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 - Gift books |
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... to my eyes , of the colour which spread upon her sister's cheek . The younger was brown , and strong , and healthy ; - the elder was exquisitely fair in complexion , and с delicate in form , but she appeared to me fated AMONG THE ALPS . 13.
... to my eyes , of the colour which spread upon her sister's cheek . The younger was brown , and strong , and healthy ; - the elder was exquisitely fair in complexion , and с delicate in form , but she appeared to me fated AMONG THE ALPS . 13.
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... fair coz ! No fable that makes Cupid Venus ' son . Linda . Are there not answering fires then - love for love ? " A flame can ne'er be wanting a reflexion : Oh ! could you see Timanthe's mighty anguish , - The unsung , unpictured battle ...
... fair coz ! No fable that makes Cupid Venus ' son . Linda . Are there not answering fires then - love for love ? " A flame can ne'er be wanting a reflexion : Oh ! could you see Timanthe's mighty anguish , - The unsung , unpictured battle ...
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... fair lady , who sat in one corner of the coach , laughed most heartily . " How is it possible , " said she , " that a dish of tea can have a character ? I have heard say that a cup of coffee may have vir tue in fortune - telling ...
... fair lady , who sat in one corner of the coach , laughed most heartily . " How is it possible , " said she , " that a dish of tea can have a character ? I have heard say that a cup of coffee may have vir tue in fortune - telling ...
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... fair ? " " In yon chamber , dark and still , Lies thy lovely maiden , ill , Restless on the green - robed bed- Hapless youth ! " With gentle tread , O'er the yard I swiftly glide , Lingering on the threshold side . Here I wiped my tears ...
... fair ? " " In yon chamber , dark and still , Lies thy lovely maiden , ill , Restless on the green - robed bed- Hapless youth ! " With gentle tread , O'er the yard I swiftly glide , Lingering on the threshold side . Here I wiped my tears ...
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... fair and fertile hills of jo- cund France . Immediately beneath , to the east- ward , lay the fantastic regions of the Odenwold , girt with the granite ribs of mother earth , with its wild rocks vine - garlanded , its towering castles ...
... fair and fertile hills of jo- cund France . Immediately beneath , to the east- ward , lay the fantastic regions of the Odenwold , girt with the granite ribs of mother earth , with its wild rocks vine - garlanded , its towering castles ...
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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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Page 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!
Page 397 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 37 - And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...