The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 страници |
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... Bloom . 412 398 When midst the . Gay I meet . 412 399 Young Jéssica , 412 Go then - ' tis Vain .. 399 Let joy alone be remembered now . 412 When through the Piazetta . 399 Love thee , dearest ? love thee ? 412 Go now , and dream . 399 ...
... Bloom . 412 398 When midst the . Gay I meet . 412 399 Young Jéssica , 412 Go then - ' tis Vain .. 399 Let joy alone be remembered now . 412 When through the Piazetta . 399 Love thee , dearest ? love thee ? 412 Go now , and dream . 399 ...
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... Bloom . The Maniac . By BARTON . The Criminal . By SWAIN . My Soul is dark . Song of Saul before his last Battle . Verses written after recovering from a danger · ous Illness . By MARRIOT . I saw Thee weep . Christ's Nativity . By ...
... Bloom . The Maniac . By BARTON . The Criminal . By SWAIN . My Soul is dark . Song of Saul before his last Battle . Verses written after recovering from a danger · ous Illness . By MARRIOT . I saw Thee weep . Christ's Nativity . By ...
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... bloom on IRAN's rivers ; While some , for war's more terrible attacks , Wield the huge mace and pond'rous battle - axe ; And as they wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree ...
... bloom on IRAN's rivers ; While some , for war's more terrible attacks , Wield the huge mace and pond'rous battle - axe ; And as they wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree ...
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... bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of thought , once tangled , ever clear'd again . Warm , lively , soft as in youth's happiest day , The mind was still all there , but turn'd astray ; - A wand'ring bark , upon whose pathway shone All ...
... bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of thought , once tangled , ever clear'd again . Warm , lively , soft as in youth's happiest day , The mind was still all there , but turn'd astray ; - A wand'ring bark , upon whose pathway shone All ...
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... bloom and wit , " Of skill and charms , most rare and exquisite , " Shall tempt the boy ; -young MIRZALA's blue eyes , " Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies ; " AROUYA'S cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , " And lips that ...
... bloom and wit , " Of skill and charms , most rare and exquisite , " Shall tempt the boy ; -young MIRZALA's blue eyes , " Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies ; " AROUYA'S cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , " And lips that ...
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Страница 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Страница 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Страница 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Страница 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Страница 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Страница 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Страница 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Страница 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Страница 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Страница 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.