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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... thought should the mortal be Who sleeps beneath the Haunted Tree . That night the minstrel laid him down , Ere his brow relaxed its sullen frown ; And slumber had bound his eyelids fast , Ere the evil wish from his soul had passed . And ...
... thought should the mortal be Who sleeps beneath the Haunted Tree . That night the minstrel laid him down , Ere his brow relaxed its sullen frown ; And slumber had bound his eyelids fast , Ere the evil wish from his soul had passed . And ...
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... thought , and my nightly dream . Poor Alice is not proud or coy ; But her heart is with her minstrel boy . " Away from his arms the damsel bounded , And left him more and more confounded . He mused of the present , he mused of the past ...
... thought , and my nightly dream . Poor Alice is not proud or coy ; But her heart is with her minstrel boy . " Away from his arms the damsel bounded , And left him more and more confounded . He mused of the present , he mused of the past ...
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... thought of his argosies and trembled . Mine host of the Black Hound , it was the only tolerable inn in the little village of Barbadillo - exulted at the pattering of the rain - drops and the distant growl- ing of the thunder . " Trust ...
... thought of his argosies and trembled . Mine host of the Black Hound , it was the only tolerable inn in the little village of Barbadillo - exulted at the pattering of the rain - drops and the distant growl- ing of the thunder . " Trust ...
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... thoughts and blissful ignorance share ! V. Yet life hath bubbles too , —that soothe awhile The sterner dreams of man's maturer years ; Love - Friendship - Fortune - Fame - by turns beguile , But melt , ' neath Truth's Ithuriel - touch ...
... thoughts and blissful ignorance share ! V. Yet life hath bubbles too , —that soothe awhile The sterner dreams of man's maturer years ; Love - Friendship - Fortune - Fame - by turns beguile , But melt , ' neath Truth's Ithuriel - touch ...
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... thought , accompanied by a secret anxiety , which increased as he ascended higher and higher the arch of life , had blanched his dark locks , and communicated to his features an appearance of sedateness and severity which but ill ...
... thought , accompanied by a secret anxiety , which increased as he ascended higher and higher the arch of life , had blanched his dark locks , and communicated to his features an appearance of sedateness and severity which but ill ...
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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.