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And he called the page who held his spear , And , “ tell me , boy , ” quoth he , “
How long have I been slumbering here , Beneath the greenwood tree ? ” — “ Ere
thou didst sleep , I chanced to throw A stone into the rill ; And the ripple that ...
And he called the page who held his spear , And , “ tell me , boy , ” quoth he , “
How long have I been slumbering here , Beneath the greenwood tree ? ” — “ Ere
thou didst sleep , I chanced to throw A stone into the rill ; And the ripple that ...
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Why , then , I tell thee I am dying . I would see a notary ; and , when I shall have
said my say to him , I would speak with a priest . It is already eleven of the clock ;
and at midnight ”The stranger shewed no inclination to complete the sentence ;
so ...
Why , then , I tell thee I am dying . I would see a notary ; and , when I shall have
said my say to him , I would speak with a priest . It is already eleven of the clock ;
and at midnight ”The stranger shewed no inclination to complete the sentence ;
so ...
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Though nature in the strife , Had loosed her hold on life , And the worm received
his prey , Perchance , an earlier day , This , this , and who can tell , But my soul
had ' scaped from hell ! False prophet ! flattering priest ! Full fraught with mirth
and ...
Though nature in the strife , Had loosed her hold on life , And the worm received
his prey , Perchance , an earlier day , This , this , and who can tell , But my soul
had ' scaped from hell ! False prophet ! flattering priest ! Full fraught with mirth
and ...
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Then flashed the eye Of the old prophet sternly , and he spoke :“ I see thy tower - I
see thy guardian godsI see these happy crowds - - and yet I come To tell once
more that oft - repeated tale . Yet what have I to say which was not said By Noah
...
Then flashed the eye Of the old prophet sternly , and he spoke :“ I see thy tower - I
see thy guardian godsI see these happy crowds - - and yet I come To tell once
more that oft - repeated tale . Yet what have I to say which was not said By Noah
...
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One , who at Lucy ' s nuptials , six months since , Had been joint bridesmaid with
her , Esther named To bear it ; and when earth was given to earth , And nought
remained to tell of what was once Beauty and kindliness and innocence , Save ...
One , who at Lucy ' s nuptials , six months since , Had been joint bridesmaid with
her , Esther named To bear it ; and when earth was given to earth , And nought
remained to tell of what was once Beauty and kindliness and innocence , Save ...
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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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