The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. WattsAlaric Alexander Watts 1831 |
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... night crept upon his thoughts , and disturbed his repose . I shall not dwell upon the scenes they traversed , or the celebrated cities in which they rested on their way to Ajmere ; since my present business is not so much 50 PALACE OF ...
... night crept upon his thoughts , and disturbed his repose . I shall not dwell upon the scenes they traversed , or the celebrated cities in which they rested on their way to Ajmere ; since my present business is not so much 50 PALACE OF ...
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... night ; and as they moved on through the darkness , and con- versed , sang , or listened to the inventions of some wan- dering tale - teller of the desert , Hurchund's heart seemed to dilate with inexpressible pleasure , as each tramp ...
... night ; and as they moved on through the darkness , and con- versed , sang , or listened to the inventions of some wan- dering tale - teller of the desert , Hurchund's heart seemed to dilate with inexpressible pleasure , as each tramp ...
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... night , now began to agitate the leaves and slender branches of the trees , and to pro- duce that rustling sound , which appears to awaken the birds from their dreams . Ramayuna , whose heart was beginning to open under the influence of ...
... night , now began to agitate the leaves and slender branches of the trees , and to pro- duce that rustling sound , which appears to awaken the birds from their dreams . Ramayuna , whose heart was beginning to open under the influence of ...
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... ye were here ! " Sit down , sit down , ye three young men , Take rest , and break my bread : You have travelled far this weary night : Woe's me ! they ' re of the dead ! " " I may not break thy bread , mother , 62 THE THREE GUESTS .
... ye were here ! " Sit down , sit down , ye three young men , Take rest , and break my bread : You have travelled far this weary night : Woe's me ! they ' re of the dead ! " " I may not break thy bread , mother , 62 THE THREE GUESTS .
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... night ! - " I left thy pleasant home , mother , With thy blessing on my head , - Thy wisest son , as people deemed ; And to the city sped . " I lived a life of rioting , To an ill course was bent ; And the gold my careful father earned ...
... night ! - " I left thy pleasant home , mother , With thy blessing on my head , - Thy wisest son , as people deemed ; And to the city sped . " I lived a life of rioting , To an ill course was bent ; And the gold my careful father earned ...
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Aishké Ajmere Amaun animal aoul appeared beheld beneath bless breath bride bright brow bull Cadi Caliph Camille caravanserai charm countenance dark daughter dear death desert dream earth Engraved exclaimed eyes fair father favour flowers Fogrum François Lormier Frank Frank Hardy gazed gentle grace hand happy hath heard heart heaven honour hope horse hour House of Este Hurchund Iulana lady laugh laughing sinners length light lips look maiden Mameluke Mariette marriage Mathilde mind morning Mussulmen Neilah never night Noor Allee o'er Obeidollah passed passion peace picador Ramayuna replied Sally Sadlins Sarah Curran saw thee scarcely scene seemed sigh silent smile Solymaun Yoorkeh song soul Sphinx spirit stood strange sweet Tangoras tears thee in thy thine thing Thoms thou thought thy beauty Togrul Beg Toorkomans turned village voice weep wild yaboo young merchant youth
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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.