Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, 第 1 巻Richard Bentley, 1857 |
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... Sweet - smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling babes , our bed , How should I love the pretty creatures , While round 16 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... Sweet - smiling Peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet - smiling babes , our bed , How should I love the pretty creatures , While round 16 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... few , against the ebbing tide ; Oh ! some sweet mission of true love must urge them to the shore , They bring some lover to his bride , who sighs in Baltimore . All , all asleep within each roof along that rocky 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... few , against the ebbing tide ; Oh ! some sweet mission of true love must urge them to the shore , They bring some lover to his bride , who sighs in Baltimore . All , all asleep within each roof along that rocky 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... Sweet as ripple on the shore Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; For he knew I loved her well , And he knew she loved me ...
... Sweet as ripple on the shore Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; For he knew I loved her well , And he knew she loved me ...
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... sweet , delicate , almost idealised girl of the people , has written at least one song that may rival Gerald Griffin in grace and sentiment . A lover sings it to his mistress : ' Tis not for love of gold I go , " Tis not for love of ...
... sweet , delicate , almost idealised girl of the people , has written at least one song that may rival Gerald Griffin in grace and sentiment . A lover sings it to his mistress : ' Tis not for love of gold I go , " Tis not for love of ...
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... sweet woodland scene did I love to ramble by the side of the Thames , as it bounded the beauti- ful grounds of Lord Orkney , or the magnificent demesne of Sir George Warrender , the verdant lawns of Cliefden . That place also is full of ...
... sweet woodland scene did I love to ramble by the side of the Thames , as it bounded the beauti- ful grounds of Lord Orkney , or the magnificent demesne of Sir George Warrender , the verdant lawns of Cliefden . That place also is full of ...
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admirable amongst ballads beautiful Ben Jonson better bird bright called charming dance dear delight doth English eyes fair father fear flowers Fontenoy gallop Gelert George Crowninshield Gerald Griffin give grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Holcroft honour horse Hyd y Joanna Baillie John Clare John Watson King Kyng Estmere lady ladye lane laughed live London look Lord maid Maire bhan astoir Marlotes married MARY RUSSELL MITFORD Molière morning murder nature never night o'er once Pan is dead passed play pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise rise rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE seemed sing smile Soame Jenyns Soggarth aroon song stick sweet tell thee Thomas Holcroft thou thought town trees twas verse walk whilst Winthrop Mackworth Praed wonderful words wyfe young youth
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325 ページ - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
319 ページ - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
86 ページ - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
262 ページ - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
237 ページ - for Aix is in sight ! " "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
311 ページ - It is accomplished. The deed is done. He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came in, and escapes. He has done the murder; no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and it is safe! Ah!
80 ページ - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand...
262 ページ - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
192 ページ - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
234 ページ - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...