The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. WattsAlaric Alexander Watts Hurst, Robinson and Company ... and A. Constable and Company, 1826 - English literature |
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... fall down and worship her . It was , of course , not to be expected that such a strangely gifted lady should be quite so easily contented with her cavaliers as those who were not gifted at all ; and Sibyl , very properly , allowed P it ...
... fall down and worship her . It was , of course , not to be expected that such a strangely gifted lady should be quite so easily contented with her cavaliers as those who were not gifted at all ; and Sibyl , very properly , allowed P it ...
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... wish to return ,, and be prevented by his family , who had not seen him for so long , and would naturally be importunate ? Might he not be fearful of writing , lest his letter should fall into hands for 18 THE LOVERS ' QUARREL .
... wish to return ,, and be prevented by his family , who had not seen him for so long , and would naturally be importunate ? Might he not be fearful of writing , lest his letter should fall into hands for 18 THE LOVERS ' QUARREL .
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Alaric Alexander Watts. writing , lest his letter should fall into hands for which it was not intended , and betray the secret which she had desired him to keep ? It surely might be her own over- weening caution that was afflicting her ...
Alaric Alexander Watts. writing , lest his letter should fall into hands for which it was not intended , and betray the secret which she had desired him to keep ? It surely might be her own over- weening caution that was afflicting her ...
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... fall , Farewell the luck of Eden - hall ! " From this prophecy the goblet took the name it bears --- the Luck of Eden - hall . Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border . ON Eden's wild , romantic bowers The summer moonbeams sweetly fall , And ...
... fall , Farewell the luck of Eden - hall ! " From this prophecy the goblet took the name it bears --- the Luck of Eden - hall . Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border . ON Eden's wild , romantic bowers The summer moonbeams sweetly fall , And ...
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... fall of the distant deer . In , lady , to thy bower ! fast weep The chill dews on thy cheek so pale ; Thy cherished hero lies asleep , Asleep in distant Russendale ! The noon was sultry , long the chace , And when the wild stag stood at ...
... fall of the distant deer . In , lady , to thy bower ! fast weep The chill dews on thy cheek so pale ; Thy cherished hero lies asleep , Asleep in distant Russendale ! The noon was sultry , long the chace , And when the wild stag stood at ...
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ALARIC Allan Cunningham art thou beauty blood blue BOLTON ABBEY bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow charmed cheek child cried dance dark deep dream earth eyes fair fair Lady farewell fear feel flowers forest gaze gentle grace hand hath heard heart heaven honour hopes hour JAMES HOGG lady Beatrice Lady Jane Lady L laugh Lennox light lips Literary Souvenir looked lord Lord Somerset lover maid Malhamdale marriage merlin mind minstrel morning never night noble o'er pale passed Pierce pray pride Rosamunda round scarcely scene seemed Sibyl sigh sing Sir Lubin Sir Luke sleep smile song soul spirit stood strange stranger sweet tears tell TEMPLE OF VESTA thee Theophan thine thing thou thought Thyrza turned Twas voice watch WATTS wave whilst whispered wild wind word yeoman young youth
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Page 75 - Twixt book and lute the hours divide, And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own fireside ! My own fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise, Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes. What is there my wild heart can prize That doth not in thy sphere abide, Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside...
Page 408 - THE EXCHANGE. WE pledged our hearts, my love and I, — I in my arms the maiden clasping ; I could not tell the reason why, But, oh ! I trembled like an aspen. Her father's love she bade me gain ; I went, and shook like any reed ! I strove to act the man — in vain ! We had exchanged our hearts indeed.
Page 75 - LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst, far from fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away, — 'Twixt book and lute the hours divide ; And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own Fireside! My own Fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy...
Page 76 - A babe whose beauty's half divine, In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ; Where may love seek a fitter shrine Than thou — my own Fireside ? What care I for the sullen roar...
Page 38 - And beautiful, midst that wild scene, Gleam'd up the boy's dead face, Like slumber's, trustingly serene, In melancholy grace. Deep in her bosom lay his head, With half-shut violet eye — He had known little of her dread, Nought of her agony ! Oh ! human love, whose yearning heart Through all things vainly true, So stamps upon thy mortal part Its passionate adieu — Surely thou hast another lot, There is some home for thee, Where thou shalt rest, rememb'ring not The moaning of the sea ! THE TRUMPET.
Page 77 - Hath never made its hated lair By thee — my own Fireside ! Thy precincts are a charmed ring, Where no harsh feeling dares intrude ; Where life's vexations lose their sting ; Where even grief is half subdued : And Peace, the halcyon, loves to brood. Then, let the pampered fool deride...
Page 38 - Oh, human love ! whose yearning heart Through all things vainly true, So stamps upon thy mortal part, Its passionate adieu ! Surely thou hast another lot, There is some home for thee, Where thou shall rest, remembering not The moaning of the sea ! * This circumstance is related of Mrs.
Page 36 - Had vailed her topsails to the sand, And bowed her noble mast. The queenly ship! — brave hearts had striven, And true ones died with her — We saw her mighty cable riven, Like floating gossamer. We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas— Her...
Page 36 - We saw her proud flag struck that morn — A star once o'er the seas, — Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn, And sadder things than these...
Page 260 - We are a ruined nation,— a nation on the very verge of bankruptcy, and its attendants, anarchy and confusion; and, instead of things growing better, to every reflecting person it is as plain as that two and two make four, that they will yet be many degrees worse.