Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 páginas |
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... defined , Has hope in life to come ; Whether he approve of liturgies , Or give assent to none ; Whether he attend communities , Or worship God alone . LET ELEGY . AIR was thy blossom , tender flower ,. 24 LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
... defined , Has hope in life to come ; Whether he approve of liturgies , Or give assent to none ; Whether he attend communities , Or worship God alone . LET ELEGY . AIR was thy blossom , tender flower ,. 24 LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
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John Arliss. ELEGY . AIR was thy blossom , tender flower , That opened like the rose of May , Though nursed beneath the chilly shower Of fell regret for love's decay ! How oft thy mother heaved the sigh O'er wreaths of honour early shorn ...
John Arliss. ELEGY . AIR was thy blossom , tender flower , That opened like the rose of May , Though nursed beneath the chilly shower Of fell regret for love's decay ! How oft thy mother heaved the sigh O'er wreaths of honour early shorn ...
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... tender charge . Matters daily grew worse ; and , although she saw her husband unhappy , she did not wish to consider herself the cause . As she could not endure the want of company , she became less select in her choice , and more ...
... tender charge . Matters daily grew worse ; and , although she saw her husband unhappy , she did not wish to consider herself the cause . As she could not endure the want of company , she became less select in her choice , and more ...
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... tender mother , and a dutiful wife . Her husband is known in the gates , her children arise up and call her blessed ; her husband also ; and he praiseth her .'- And in the words of the elegant Thomson- " They flourish now in mutual ...
... tender mother , and a dutiful wife . Her husband is known in the gates , her children arise up and call her blessed ; her husband also ; and he praiseth her .'- And in the words of the elegant Thomson- " They flourish now in mutual ...
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... tender task was done . Some , younger still , could scarcely burst Their cruder buds ; and some there were That veil'd their softer charms , nor durst Intrust them to the early air . And some have drank the morning sky , And fell to ...
... tender task was done . Some , younger still , could scarcely burst Their cruder buds ; and some there were That veil'd their softer charms , nor durst Intrust them to the early air . And some have drank the morning sky , And fell to ...
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...