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... as the fading ray Less bright and less , was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it the Donjon tower , NO . IX . So heavily it hung . K The scouts had parted on their search , The castle. ARLISS'S LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
... as the fading ray Less bright and less , was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it the Donjon tower , NO . IX . So heavily it hung . K The scouts had parted on their search , The castle. ARLISS'S LITERARY COLLECTIONS .
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... bright face towards them and us , and springing along backwards ; now pushing the chaise from behind ; now running by the side of her steeds patting and caressing them ; now soothing the half - fright- ened child ; now laughing ...
... bright face towards them and us , and springing along backwards ; now pushing the chaise from behind ; now running by the side of her steeds patting and caressing them ; now soothing the half - fright- ened child ; now laughing ...
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... bright pond , the earliest haunt of the swal- lows . A deep , woody , green lane , such as Hobbima , or Ruysdael might have painted , a lane that hints of night- ingales , forms one boundary of the garden , and a sloping meadow the ...
... bright pond , the earliest haunt of the swal- lows . A deep , woody , green lane , such as Hobbima , or Ruysdael might have painted , a lane that hints of night- ingales , forms one boundary of the garden , and a sloping meadow the ...
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... the air are soft and bright as in April . What a beautiful day for Hannah , 6 was the first exclamation of the breakfast table ; did 3 M LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 125 described a trim elastic figure, walking, not unaccompa- ...
... the air are soft and bright as in April . What a beautiful day for Hannah , 6 was the first exclamation of the breakfast table ; did 3 M LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 125 described a trim elastic figure, walking, not unaccompa- ...
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... bright on the waters of Lea ; But the mirth of its gleaming for ever was gone , And the tints of its fading were darkness to me . Yet sweet to my thought was its halcyon of bliss , All fragrant as roses bespangled with wet , And it ...
... bright on the waters of Lea ; But the mirth of its gleaming for ever was gone , And the tints of its fading were darkness to me . Yet sweet to my thought was its halcyon of bliss , All fragrant as roses bespangled with wet , And it ...
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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
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160 ページ - 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...
345 ページ - 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.
159 ページ - 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.
159 ページ - 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.
159 ページ - 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.
194 ページ - 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...
159 ページ - 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.
76 ページ - 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!
177 ページ - 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!
76 ページ - 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...