The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts. [on large paper].Alaric Alexander Watts 1831 |
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... spirit which usually characterises his remarks upon the " Annuals , " passing , almost without comment , over every thing else in the book , fastened upon a couple of stanzas in the last volume of the Literary Sou- venir , bearing the ...
... spirit which usually characterises his remarks upon the " Annuals , " passing , almost without comment , over every thing else in the book , fastened upon a couple of stanzas in the last volume of the Literary Sou- venir , bearing the ...
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... Spirit PAGE 116 133 • • 134 137 138 • 140 • 141 • 143 • 146 The Maiden Astrologer . By Miss Landon The Toorkoman's Tale . By the Author of " The Kuzzil- bash . " • 149 • Robert Burns and his Highland Mary . By Miss Landon " Laugh and ...
... Spirit PAGE 116 133 • • 134 137 138 • 140 • 141 • 143 • 146 The Maiden Astrologer . By Miss Landon The Toorkoman's Tale . By the Author of " The Kuzzil- bash . " • 149 • Robert Burns and his Highland Mary . By Miss Landon " Laugh and ...
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... spirit of man in age and youth A fonder love , and a firmer truth . And I lived on , a fair - haired boy , In that sweet vale of tranquil joy ; Until at last my vain caprice Grew weary of its bliss and peace . And one there was , most ...
... spirit of man in age and youth A fonder love , and a firmer truth . And I lived on , a fair - haired boy , In that sweet vale of tranquil joy ; Until at last my vain caprice Grew weary of its bliss and peace . And one there was , most ...
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... spirit began its ravages in our ancient town . Years have rolled away ; and Time , the universal physician , has passed through our streets with healing on his wings : but there is not , among us , one family in which you may not trace ...
... spirit began its ravages in our ancient town . Years have rolled away ; and Time , the universal physician , has passed through our streets with healing on his wings : but there is not , among us , one family in which you may not trace ...
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... the law ; to whom I may commit such testamentary disposition of my worldly affairs , as may prevent the arising of any disputes among my kindred touching my sublunary wealth , when my spirit shall 24 LADY OLIVIA'S DECAMERONE .
... the law ; to whom I may commit such testamentary disposition of my worldly affairs , as may prevent the arising of any disputes among my kindred touching my sublunary wealth , when my spirit shall 24 LADY OLIVIA'S DECAMERONE .
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Page 113 - Our love was like most other loves, — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And "Fly Not Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted; A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted.
Page 113 - Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted; A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted. We parted: months and years rolled by; We met again four summers after. Our parting was all sob and sigh, — Our meeting was all mirth and laughter; For, in my heart's most secret cell, There had been many other lodgers; And she was not the ball-room's belle, But only Mrs. — Something — Rogers!
Page 110 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.
Page 109 - There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that...
Page 111 - She sketched ; the vale, the wood, the beach, Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading : She botanized; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading : She warbled Handel ; it was grand ; She made the Catalani jealous : She touched the organ; I could stand For hours and hours to blow the bellows.
Page 110 - Dark was her hair, her hand was white : Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Page 111 - Whose colour was extremely hectic; Her grandmother for many a year Had fed the parish with her bounty; Her second cousin was a peer, And lord lieutenant of the county.
Page 292 - Dark is his hide on either side, but the blood within doth boil ; And the dun hide glows, as if on fire, as he paws to the turmoil. His eyes are jet, and they are set in crystal rings of snow; But now they stare with one red glare of brass upon the foe.
Page 112 - She smiled on many, just for fun, — I knew that there was nothing in it; I was the first — the only one Her heart had thought of for a minute.
Page 176 - My Highland lassie was a warm-hearted, charming young creature as ever blessed a man with generous love. After a pretty long tract of the most ardent reciprocal attachment, we met by appointment, on the second Sunday of May, in a sequestered spot by the Banks of Ayr, where we spent the day in taking a farewell, before she should embark for the West Highlands, to arrange matters among her friends for our projected change of life.