The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. WattsAlaric Alexander Watts 1831 |
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... entering the Harbour of Ghent . Engraved by E. Goodall ; from a Drawing by F. Nash IV . Trojan Fugitives . Engraved by J. C. Edwards ; from a Drawing by George Jones , R.A. V. - The Sea - side Toilet . Engraved by E. J. Portbury ; from ...
... entering the Harbour of Ghent . Engraved by E. Goodall ; from a Drawing by F. Nash IV . Trojan Fugitives . Engraved by J. C. Edwards ; from a Drawing by George Jones , R.A. V. - The Sea - side Toilet . Engraved by E. J. Portbury ; from ...
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... entered the room , and big drops of perspiration trickled from his brow . 66 A mad penitent ! " he said , " and a wild confession . And now he prays ye , my friends , that ye will all do him so much grace as to visit him in his pains ...
... entered the room , and big drops of perspiration trickled from his brow . 66 A mad penitent ! " he said , " and a wild confession . And now he prays ye , my friends , that ye will all do him so much grace as to visit him in his pains ...
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... entered for trial long ago , When the world was made with its mirth and woe , And still that suit is pending . What is the life of mortal man ? Just what it was when time began , A welcome and farewell ; - The dreariest road must have a ...
... entered for trial long ago , When the world was made with its mirth and woe , And still that suit is pending . What is the life of mortal man ? Just what it was when time began , A welcome and farewell ; - The dreariest road must have a ...
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... entered his heart , and stretched his vast bulk lifeless upon the earth ! Ramghur , released from the grasp of the tiger , now started upon his feet , and seizing Hurchund by the hand , swore by all the gods of India - and they are not ...
... entered his heart , and stretched his vast bulk lifeless upon the earth ! Ramghur , released from the grasp of the tiger , now started upon his feet , and seizing Hurchund by the hand , swore by all the gods of India - and they are not ...
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... entered her presence . Ramayuna herself was far from being aware of the extent of her power ; but contemplating the proud cha- racter of Hurchund , and contrasting it with her own gentle nature , she could not but observe with delight ...
... entered her presence . Ramayuna herself was far from being aware of the extent of her power ; but contemplating the proud cha- racter of Hurchund , and contrasting it with her own gentle nature , she could not but observe with delight ...
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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.