Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 páginas |
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... stand The vicar and his wife with open hand , And looks of cordial love , that seem to say- ' We're glad you're come , and hope you mean to stay . ' The evening scarce suffices us to hear , On either hand the happenings of the year- How ...
... stand The vicar and his wife with open hand , And looks of cordial love , that seem to say- ' We're glad you're come , and hope you mean to stay . ' The evening scarce suffices us to hear , On either hand the happenings of the year- How ...
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... stands , of transept and of nave bereft , One narrow aisle , the little that is left , And then the vicar pauses still , to tell From what high glory Hartley Abbey fell ; How she in ancient time her abbots sent , With all a bishop's ...
... stands , of transept and of nave bereft , One narrow aisle , the little that is left , And then the vicar pauses still , to tell From what high glory Hartley Abbey fell ; How she in ancient time her abbots sent , With all a bishop's ...
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... stand the test of time , because all pleasure sickens by repetition . Philo- sophy will at length prevail in spite of these meretricious allurements , and conduct us to her refreshing springs , whence flow exhaustless instruction and ...
... stand the test of time , because all pleasure sickens by repetition . Philo- sophy will at length prevail in spite of these meretricious allurements , and conduct us to her refreshing springs , whence flow exhaustless instruction and ...
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... that meeting from opposite , sides , and mixing their branches entirely conceal at times the river from view , so that when a spectator stands above , he sees nothing but a luxuriance of green branches and LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 31.
... that meeting from opposite , sides , and mixing their branches entirely conceal at times the river from view , so that when a spectator stands above , he sees nothing but a luxuriance of green branches and LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 31.
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... standing fixed on a rock , with suppressed breath , and muscles strained to the top of their bent , " like statues carved out of solid stone . At length M'Pher- son , suddenly removing his right foot so as to give him greater purchase ...
... standing fixed on a rock , with suppressed breath , and muscles strained to the top of their bent , " like statues carved out of solid stone . At length M'Pher- son , suddenly removing his right foot so as to give him greater purchase ...
Términos y frases comunes
arms Barnard Castle beautiful behold BETHLEM HOSPITAL bloom bosom Box Hill breast breath bright brow castle character charms cheek child church clouds cottage COUNTESS OF DEVONSHIRE dark daugh death delight Der Freischutz earth Evaline eyes fair father feelings flowers fortune garden genius glory grace grave hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills Holyrood Palace honour hour Kenilworth Castle King lady light live look Lord Mary mind morning mountains mourn nature never night Norham Castle o'er palace pass pleasure poet POOLEY BRIDGE poor pride queen rest rock rose round SAVOY PALACE scene Shakspeare side sigh Sir William Stanhope sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit sweet Tamworth tears tender thee thine thing thou thought tion tower trees village virtue walk Wallace's Cave weep wife wild young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 160 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Página 345 - 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.
Página 159 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 159 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 159 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 194 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Página 159 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Página 76 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
Página 177 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Página 76 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...