The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... answered— “ Behold , the bare rocks are a few of thy strides distant from the forest ; and while even now thou wert lifting up thy voice , I heard the echo . " Then the child took hold of his father , as if he would raise him , and Cain ...
... answered— “ Behold , the bare rocks are a few of thy strides distant from the forest ; and while even now thou wert lifting up thy voice , I heard the echo . " Then the child took hold of his father , as if he would raise him , and Cain ...
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... answered , " The Lord is God of the living only , the dead have another God . " Then the child Enos lifted up his eyes and prayed ; but Cain rejoiced secretly in his heart . " Wretched shall they be all the days of their mortal life ...
... answered , " The Lord is God of the living only , the dead have another God . " Then the child Enos lifted up his eyes and prayed ; but Cain rejoiced secretly in his heart . " Wretched shall they be all the days of their mortal life ...
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... answered- " O that thou hadst had pity on me as I will have pity on thee . Follow me , son of Adam ! and bring thy child with thee : " and they three passed over the white sands between the rocks , silent as their shadows . VERSES FOR ...
... answered- " O that thou hadst had pity on me as I will have pity on thee . Follow me , son of Adam ! and bring thy child with thee : " and they three passed over the white sands between the rocks , silent as their shadows . VERSES FOR ...
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... answered Andro ' ; " sit down , and I'll tell ye a ' about it : -ye sey , I was at Lonon , in a place they ca ' the park , that is , no like a hained hog - fence , or like the four - nooked parks in this country- " " Hout awa , " said ...
... answered Andro ' ; " sit down , and I'll tell ye a ' about it : -ye sey , I was at Lonon , in a place they ca ' the park , that is , no like a hained hog - fence , or like the four - nooked parks in this country- " " Hout awa , " said ...
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... answered . Be- fore they had won to the bend in the lane she had reached the brook ; and , long before either of her pursuers had gained the bridge , her foot had slipt from the wet and tottering plank , and she was borne resistlessly ...
... answered . Be- fore they had won to the bend in the lane she had reached the brook ; and , long before either of her pursuers had gained the bridge , her foot had slipt from the wet and tottering plank , and she was borne resistlessly ...
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Adam Ferguson appeared Appollonia Augustus Fox Baal baron Battle of Montiel beautiful Beauvilliers BEGUE beneath brave breath bright brow Cain Cathleen Chancery Lane cheek child cried crown 8vo dark David Wilkie dost doth dream Earl exclaimed eyes fair farewell father fear flowers Gabriella grace grave grief GUESCLIN Halloran hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Hogan honour hope HOUSSAYE husband John Gibson Lockhart King Lady Leonora Leverton light look Lord MARIA DE PADILLA Master Bertram Master Toby morning never night noble o'er old woman ONIS Painted passed Pedlar Pedro PEREZ poor Portrait Queen R.A. Engraved racter Reichenstein replied RODRIGO rose round S. T. Coleridge scarcely Sir Thomas Lawrence sleep smile SOLDIER soul Stothard sweet tell thee thine thing Thomas Thomas Stothard thou art thought turned voice vols William Pickering young youth
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24 ページ - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
139 ページ - Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold!
24 ページ - The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
20 ページ - Fairly began — but finish'd not; And fruitless, late remorse doth trace — Like Hebrew lore a backward pace — Her irrecoverable race. Disjointed numbers; sense unknit Huge reams of folly, shreds of wit; Compose the mingled mass of it. My scalded eyes no longer brook Upon this ink-blurr'd thing to look — Go, shut the leaves, and clasp the book.
138 ページ - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along: — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
140 ページ - A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree : And lo ! where Mary leans her head, Two dear names carved upon the tree ! And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow...
12 ページ - neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came ; And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
138 ページ - Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold! What strange disguise hast now put on, To make believe, that thou art gone?
304 ページ - Face of the curled streams, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any ; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells ; Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines, caves and dells ; Choose where thou wilt...
xi ページ - With the hare through the copses and dingles wild ! With the butterfly over the heath, fair child ? Yes : the light fall of thy bounding feet Hath not startled the wren from her mossy seat ; Yet hast thou ranged the green forest-dells, And brought back a treasure of buds and bells.