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, 1830 - Gift books |
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... dark ; but as there was moonlight , and as she stepped buoyantly forward , she reached Tom Fagan's cabin by the river side , without once stumbling or tripping over stone or bramble . " God save all here ! " said Biddy , as she raised ...
... dark ; but as there was moonlight , and as she stepped buoyantly forward , she reached Tom Fagan's cabin by the river side , without once stumbling or tripping over stone or bramble . " God save all here ! " said Biddy , as she raised ...
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... dark night . There's niver a wake nor a weddin ' goin ' on , nor a dance even , in the three parishes . Where in the world are you goin ' , Biddy ? " 66 ' In troth , it's only jist to see a friend , Molly ; and Tom ' ll tell you who ...
... dark night . There's niver a wake nor a weddin ' goin ' on , nor a dance even , in the three parishes . Where in the world are you goin ' , Biddy ? " 66 ' In troth , it's only jist to see a friend , Molly ; and Tom ' ll tell you who ...
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... dark night , much less live in it , except Peg Morrin . But it was well known that she carried a protection about her from all supernatural ills ; and well might she walk or sleep , without fear of hurt or harm . " The Lord save us ...
... dark night , much less live in it , except Peg Morrin . But it was well known that she carried a protection about her from all supernatural ills ; and well might she walk or sleep , without fear of hurt or harm . " The Lord save us ...
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... darkness ; and she took care not to say " God save you ! " Just as she entered , she received a sharp blow , from some hard but feathery substance above the door . She was afraid to say " Lord bless us ! " but she stooped low , and ...
... darkness ; and she took care not to say " God save you ! " Just as she entered , she received a sharp blow , from some hard but feathery substance above the door . She was afraid to say " Lord bless us ! " but she stooped low , and ...
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... dark and slow , Up the terrible hill they go , Hymning their hymn , and crying their cry , To him , their Demon Deity.— Mary , Mother ! sain and save ! The maiden kneels at the Dragon's cave ! Alas ! ' t is frightful to behold That ...
... dark and slow , Up the terrible hill they go , Hymning their hymn , and crying their cry , To him , their Demon Deity.— Mary , Mother ! sain and save ! The maiden kneels at the Dragon's cave ! Alas ! ' t is frightful to behold That ...
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aid-de-camp ALARIC Anakims angel Antonietta arms Beauchamp beautiful beneath Biddy Keenahan blessed bosom breath brigands bright brow CAROLINE BOWLES Charles Rolls cheek cried curse dark daughter dead dear death deep desert dream earth Ellen Engraved eyes fear feel fell flowers gaze Genoa gentle girl gone green Grove hand happy hath heard heart heaven Hessians hope hour hyæna India paper J.M.W.Turner JOANNA BAILLIE knew la Superba lady Lanty length light lips living look Louisa lover Lowton mind morning Mortimer Naples never night o'er passed Peppè Tosco poor putrid offals Rolls round Rowena seemed sigh silent Sir A. D. smile song soon soul spirit stood sweet tears teraphim thee thine thing THOMAS MOORE thou thought thousand town trees Vanity Fair Vernet Villars voice walk watch wild wind words young youth
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Page 56 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with -love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Page 309 - AT evening time, let there be light; Life's little day draws near its close ; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose ; To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time, let there be light.
Page 115 - And their own free companionship on heathy commons wide. Hunger, and cold, and weariness, these are a frightful three ; But another curse there is beside, that darkens poverty, It may not have one thing to love, how small soe'er it be.
Page 345 - Fleet are ye as fleetest galley, Or pirate rover sent from Sallee ; Keener than the Tartar's arrow, Sport ye in your sea so narrow. Was the Sun himself your sire ? Were ye born of vital fire ? Or of the shade of golden flowers, Such as we fetch from Eastern bowers, To mock this murky clime of ours...
Page 306 - I never •was a favourite, My mother never smiled On me, with half the tenderness That blessed her fairer child : I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek, While fondled on her knee ; I've turned away, to hide my tears, There was no kiss for me!
Page 306 - I've seen her kiss my sister's cheek, While fondled on her knee ; I've turned away, to hide my tears, — There was no kiss for me ! And yet I strove to please with all My little store of sense ; I strove to please, and infancy Can rarely give offence ; But when my artless efforts met A cold ungentle check, I did not dare to throw myself In tears upon her neck ! How blessed are the beautiful ! Love watches o'er their birth ; Oh, beauty ! in my nursery I learned to know thy worth : For even there...
Page 164 - I brought her, one morning, a rose for her brow ; Where is she gone, where is she gone ? She told me such horrors were never worn now : And I — am left all alone ! But I saw her at night with a rose in her hair, And I guess who it came from — of course I don't care ! VOL.
Page 187 - Not all alone, — the whispering trees, The rippling brook, the starry sky, — Have each peculiar harmonies, To soothe, subdue, and sanctify : The low, sweet breath of evening's sigh, For thee hath oft a friendly tone, To lift thy grateful thoughts on high...
Page 307 - I strove to please, with all My little store of sense ; I strove to please, and infancy Can rarely give offence ; But when my artless efforts met A cold, ungentle check, I did not dare to throw myself In tears upon her neck. How blessed are the beautiful ! Love watches o'er their birth ; Oh, beauty ! in my nursery I learned to know thy worth, — For even there I often felt Forsaken and forlorn, And wished — for others wished it too — I never had been born.
Page 116 - What is the creature's life to us?" said he: "'twill buy us food. "Ay, though the children weep all day, and with down-drooping head Each does his small task mournfully, the hungry must be fed ; And that which has a price to bring must go to buy us bread." It went. Oh! parting has a pang the hardest heart to wring, But the tender soul of a little child with fervent love doth cling, With love that hath no feignings false, unto each gentle thing. Therefore...