Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 - Gift books |
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... Song . " Here's to thee , my Scottish Lassie ! " by JOHN MOULTRIE , Esq . ....... Stage Coach Physiognomists , by the late RICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH , Esq . Old Lithuanian Song , translated by JOHN BOWRING , Esq . " Am I , too , in ...
... Song . " Here's to thee , my Scottish Lassie ! " by JOHN MOULTRIE , Esq . ....... Stage Coach Physiognomists , by the late RICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTH , Esq . Old Lithuanian Song , translated by JOHN BOWRING , Esq . " Am I , too , in ...
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... Song , by P. 168 A Prayer and a Promise to Cupid , by WILLIAM JERDAN , Esq . 170 A Sea - side Reverie , by BERNARD BARTON ...... .. 171 Impromptu to Oriana , by THOMAS GENT , Esq . 176 Page . Lines addressed to Sir Walter Scott , Bart ...
... Song , by P. 168 A Prayer and a Promise to Cupid , by WILLIAM JERDAN , Esq . 170 A Sea - side Reverie , by BERNARD BARTON ...... .. 171 Impromptu to Oriana , by THOMAS GENT , Esq . 176 Page . Lines addressed to Sir Walter Scott , Bart ...
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... song , which my nurse used to sing to me , when I was a child , of a boy who died , from eating snakes , by mistake , for eels , -not a very poetical cause of death ; -but of which the ever - recurring burthen , sung , as it was , to a ...
... song , which my nurse used to sing to me , when I was a child , of a boy who died , from eating snakes , by mistake , for eels , -not a very poetical cause of death ; -but of which the ever - recurring burthen , sung , as it was , to a ...
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... Ganges , will she sing A low and plaining melancholy song . At other times , she leans beside the urn , As she were but a statue placed by grief In memory of love ! A TIMANTHE . DRAMATIC SCENE , In the manner of THE HINDOO GIRL . 27.
... Ganges , will she sing A low and plaining melancholy song . At other times , she leans beside the urn , As she were but a statue placed by grief In memory of love ! A TIMANTHE . DRAMATIC SCENE , In the manner of THE HINDOO GIRL . 27.
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... 'll love her too ! Ah , Linda , Linda ! what's the despair that kills ? The torment of the damned most surely lies In viewing heaven , afar , with hopeless eyes ! Rushes out . SONG . " HERE'S TO THEE , MY SCOTTISH LASSIE TIMANTHE . 31.
... 'll love her too ! Ah , Linda , Linda ! what's the despair that kills ? The torment of the damned most surely lies In viewing heaven , afar , with hopeless eyes ! Rushes out . SONG . " HERE'S TO THEE , MY SCOTTISH LASSIE TIMANTHE . 31.
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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...