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Hurchund , who , even in his most unhappy moments , had never wholly lost his
faith in the purity and self - devotion of the female soul , felt , while she spoke , the
first sensations of unmixed pleasure he had ever experienced . His heart ...
Hurchund , who , even in his most unhappy moments , had never wholly lost his
faith in the purity and self - devotion of the female soul , felt , while she spoke , the
first sensations of unmixed pleasure he had ever experienced . His heart ...
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My loved , my lost ! - my lost ! woe ' s me ! Oh that I might have died for you ! " “
Peace ! peace ! ” the youngest spake , “ mother , And let thy wailing ended be ! - -
If the third cock crow , I must away , And I am come from heaven to thee .
My loved , my lost ! - my lost ! woe ' s me ! Oh that I might have died for you ! " “
Peace ! peace ! ” the youngest spake , “ mother , And let thy wailing ended be ! - -
If the third cock crow , I must away , And I am come from heaven to thee .
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Love wakes at such an hour , Young hopes their angel vigils keep , And joy
resumes its power : Though night , in all its dusky state , Athwart the skies be
thrown ; Yet Beauty ' s glance can then create A noontide all her own ! THE LOST
SPIRIT ...
Love wakes at such an hour , Young hopes their angel vigils keep , And joy
resumes its power : Though night , in all its dusky state , Athwart the skies be
thrown ; Yet Beauty ' s glance can then create A noontide all her own ! THE LOST
SPIRIT ...
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THE LOST SPIRIT . No man cared for my soul . Psalın cxlii , Weep , sire , with
shame and ruing ; Weep for thy child ' s ' undoing ! For the days when I was
young , And no prayer was taught my tongue , Nor the record from on high , Of
the life ...
THE LOST SPIRIT . No man cared for my soul . Psalın cxlii , Weep , sire , with
shame and ruing ; Weep for thy child ' s ' undoing ! For the days when I was
young , And no prayer was taught my tongue , Nor the record from on high , Of
the life ...
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Let the worm and darkness prey On my senseless , slumbering clay ; Weep for
the priceless gem That may not hide with them ;Weep the Lost Spirit ' s fate , Yet
know thy tears too late , Had they sooner fallen — well ; I had not wept in Hell !
Let the worm and darkness prey On my senseless , slumbering clay ; Weep for
the priceless gem That may not hide with them ;Weep the Lost Spirit ' s fate , Yet
know thy tears too late , Had they sooner fallen — well ; I had not wept in Hell !
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Page 114 - 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 ; I knew it, for she told me so, In phrase which was divinely moulded; She wrote a charming hand, and oh ! How sweetly all her notes were folded ! Our love was like most other loves — A little glow, a little shiver ; A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And
Page 115 - — 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 115 - 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 112 - Heaven, her dancing ! 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 't was Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Page 112 - 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 113 - 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 113 - 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 111 - Heaven ! her dancing ! 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...
Page 111 - Were in my fowling-piece and filly; In short, while I was yet a boy, I fell in love with Laura Lilly. I saw her at the County Ball; There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and...
Page 177 - 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.
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| Title | The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts |
| Editor | Alaric Alexander Watts |
| Published | 1831 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 18 Oct 2006 |
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