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Literary Magnet . DOVEDALE . BY THE REV . C. HOYLE . Away with every lighter
thought ! the ground Is consecrate ; a barrier ... Literary Souvenir . THE RETURN
OF FRANCIS THE FIRST FROM CAPTIVITY . BY 56 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
Literary Magnet . DOVEDALE . BY THE REV . C. HOYLE . Away with every lighter
thought ! the ground Is consecrate ; a barrier ... Literary Souvenir . THE RETURN
OF FRANCIS THE FIRST FROM CAPTIVITY . BY 56 THE POETICAL ALBUM .
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Literary Souvenir . L. E. L. FIDELITY , ( FROM THE SPANISH ) . One eve of
beauty , when the sun Was on the streams of Guadalquiver , To gold converting ,
one by one , The ripples of the mighty river ; Beside me on the bank was seated A
...
Literary Souvenir . L. E. L. FIDELITY , ( FROM THE SPANISH ) . One eve of
beauty , when the sun Was on the streams of Guadalquiver , To gold converting ,
one by one , The ripples of the mighty river ; Beside me on the bank was seated A
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... it were best To be just for one moment blessed ; Just gaze upon one
worshipped eye , Just know yourself beloved , and die ! Literary Souvenir . THE
WOOD . Come to the fading wood , Ye The Tomb of Romeo and Juliet By Miss
L E Landon.
... it were best To be just for one moment blessed ; Just gaze upon one
worshipped eye , Just know yourself beloved , and die ! Literary Souvenir . THE
WOOD . Come to the fading wood , Ye The Tomb of Romeo and Juliet By Miss
L E Landon.
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Literary Souvenir . THE NORTH - WESTER . BY JOHN MALCOLM , ESQ . They
were the first That ever burst Into that silent sea ! COLERIDGE . ' Mid shouts that
hailed her from the shore And bade her speed , the bark is gone , The dreary ...
Literary Souvenir . THE NORTH - WESTER . BY JOHN MALCOLM , ESQ . They
were the first That ever burst Into that silent sea ! COLERIDGE . ' Mid shouts that
hailed her from the shore And bade her speed , the bark is gone , The dreary ...
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... and then a sunbeam Flung down a golden gift upon the wave , And shewed its
treasures ; for the pebbles shone Like pearls and purple gems , fit emblems they
For the delights that hope holds up to youth , False in their ... Literary Souvenir .
... and then a sunbeam Flung down a golden gift upon the wave , And shewed its
treasures ; for the pebbles shone Like pearls and purple gems , fit emblems they
For the delights that hope holds up to youth , False in their ... Literary Souvenir .
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Page 223 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Page 221 - Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 89 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Page 208 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 202 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Page 221 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 155 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
Page 203 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young, faithful heart.
Page 156 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men. Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again: Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe; Stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Page 84 - No more of talk where God or angel guest With man, as with his friend, familiar used To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast...