The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. WattsAlaric Alexander Watts 1831 |
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Alaric Alexander Watts. heaven was preparing for them ; but both tended forward in darkness towards that future , which the wishes of mortals in all ages are accustomed to paint in glorious and enduring colours . Hurchund , the reader ...
Alaric Alexander Watts. heaven was preparing for them ; but both tended forward in darkness towards that future , which the wishes of mortals in all ages are accustomed to paint in glorious and enduring colours . Hurchund , the reader ...
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... heaven . A little farther on , upon a green knoll in the desert , he ordered the cavalcade to halt , this being the spot from whence the city could be contemplated to most advantage ; and requesting Ramghur and the princess to alight ...
... heaven . A little farther on , upon a green knoll in the desert , he ordered the cavalcade to halt , this being the spot from whence the city could be contemplated to most advantage ; and requesting Ramghur and the princess to alight ...
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... heaven has reduced thee to the condition in which thou didst at first voluntarily appear to me , shall I , like a worldling and a traitor , add to thy sorrows , and utterly I will Let us crush the reed which has already 58 PALACE OF THE ...
... heaven has reduced thee to the condition in which thou didst at first voluntarily appear to me , shall I , like a worldling and a traitor , add to thy sorrows , and utterly I will Let us crush the reed which has already 58 PALACE OF THE ...
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... heaven ! And a thousand years must come and go Ere that sin be forgiven : " And a thousand more must come and go Ere from my soul can fall The burthen of my broken vows , The heaviest guilt of all ! " I trampled on her true heart's love ...
... heaven ! And a thousand years must come and go Ere that sin be forgiven : " And a thousand more must come and go Ere from my soul can fall The burthen of my broken vows , The heaviest guilt of all ! " I trampled on her true heart's love ...
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... heaven , Give us our daily bread ! ' " Where got you , child , that prayer ? ' I cried , And he answered with a tranquil air , From a little child that went to school , Oh , father dear ! I got that prayer . ' " This was the one pang ...
... heaven , Give us our daily bread ! ' " Where got you , child , that prayer ? ' I cried , And he answered with a tranquil air , From a little child that went to school , Oh , father dear ! I got that prayer . ' " This was the one pang ...
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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.