The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Volume 4Blackie & Son, 1835 - Literature |
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... asking , " What do you wish , my good girl ? " she held forward a light broom , and said , in the quick short pronunciation of a foreigner , " Buy a Broom ? " -- " Pray what is the use of it , my good lass ? " said Frederick , in that ...
... asking , " What do you wish , my good girl ? " she held forward a light broom , and said , in the quick short pronunciation of a foreigner , " Buy a Broom ? " -- " Pray what is the use of it , my good lass ? " said Frederick , in that ...
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... asked him to share her joy , patted him below the chin , and bid him rise and dance merrily . Miss Romelli saw the sisterly love of Char- lotte ; and , in her good - nature , a little while after , she made up to the youth , and ...
... asked him to share her joy , patted him below the chin , and bid him rise and dance merrily . Miss Romelli saw the sisterly love of Char- lotte ; and , in her good - nature , a little while after , she made up to the youth , and ...
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... asked Frederick . " Forgive me , sir - She tried very much to dissuade me , and bade me write if I chose - But , pardon me , sir , I thought it better—- ” " To see me personally , you would say ? Well , Charlotte , you argue fairly that ...
... asked Frederick . " Forgive me , sir - She tried very much to dissuade me , and bade me write if I chose - But , pardon me , sir , I thought it better—- ” " To see me personally , you would say ? Well , Charlotte , you argue fairly that ...
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... asked Hume . " I owe it to Romelli and Stewart , " answered Antonio . " The wherefore I know not , unless it be that I have loved too ardently , and shall never cease to love , Signora Romelli . Go away , sir , and be like the rest of ...
... asked Hume . " I owe it to Romelli and Stewart , " answered Antonio . " The wherefore I know not , unless it be that I have loved too ardently , and shall never cease to love , Signora Romelli . Go away , sir , and be like the rest of ...
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... asking her pardon if he had wronged her , declaring his inaliena- ble affection for her , yet modestly alleging that he had first broken his vow , and that he was at her mercy whether or not she would still be bound to him by hers ...
... asking her pardon if he had wronged her , declaring his inaliena- ble affection for her , yet modestly alleging that he had first broken his vow , and that he was at her mercy whether or not she would still be bound to him by hers ...
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Page 93 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 94 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Page 201 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Page 94 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Page 94 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 66 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 66 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death...
Page 200 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary!
Page 287 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Page 287 - Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay.