Gems of Literature, Or Tales for All Times: Being a Selection from the Most Admired WritersJ. Robertson, 1840 |
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... thee ! It is the bright spot in the waste of my memory . When we parted , I put my hand mechani- cally and mournfully into my waistcoat pocket , and found that I had forgotten my cigar - case . Love had so completely taken possession of ...
... thee ! It is the bright spot in the waste of my memory . When we parted , I put my hand mechani- cally and mournfully into my waistcoat pocket , and found that I had forgotten my cigar - case . Love had so completely taken possession of ...
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... Thee musn't lumber the room , if thee'll not drink zummat . " In general , I have remarked , that the language of these per- sons is seldom marked by the refinements of elegance , and that perhaps you might travel from one end of the ...
... Thee musn't lumber the room , if thee'll not drink zummat . " In general , I have remarked , that the language of these per- sons is seldom marked by the refinements of elegance , and that perhaps you might travel from one end of the ...
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... thee , And you blushed and smiled when you answered me . III . And do you remember the evening hours In glorious June , When streamed through trellised leaves and flowers , The maiden moon , And nature and night , and the whispering ...
... thee , And you blushed and smiled when you answered me . III . And do you remember the evening hours In glorious June , When streamed through trellised leaves and flowers , The maiden moon , And nature and night , and the whispering ...
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... thee ! Yet thou dost brightly bloom When all around Breathes of sepulchral gloom And grief profound ; — Like to some sunny gleam In Life's dark sky , Or a remembered dream Of bliss gone by ! THE BLACK POCKET - BOOK . THE kingdom of Fife ...
... thee ! Yet thou dost brightly bloom When all around Breathes of sepulchral gloom And grief profound ; — Like to some sunny gleam In Life's dark sky , Or a remembered dream Of bliss gone by ! THE BLACK POCKET - BOOK . THE kingdom of Fife ...
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... thee . Sleep , baby , sleep ! Thy father has gone On his perilous track , And thy mother will weep , Till he safely come back ; But rest thee in peace , With soft sleep in THE BLACK POCKET - BOOK . 99.
... thee . Sleep , baby , sleep ! Thy father has gone On his perilous track , And thy mother will weep , Till he safely come back ; But rest thee in peace , With soft sleep in THE BLACK POCKET - BOOK . 99.
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Страница 141 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Страница 222 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Страница 177 - To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this ! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Страница 177 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew...
Страница 42 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount and stream and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight: Where are those dreamers now?
Страница 85 - Dhas went down like a lump o' lead afore we wor many sthrokes o' the oar away from her. " Well, we dhrifted away all that night, and next mornin...
Страница 21 - Twas morning's winged dream ; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Страница 177 - And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Страница 87 - Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld — well, at the brake o' day the sun riz most beautiful out o' the waves, that was as bright as silver and as clear as cryshthal. But it was only the more crule upon uz, for we wor beginnin...
Страница 238 - I'm weary and must sleep ! Who was it called my name ? — Nay, do not weep. You'll all come soon !" Morning spread over earth her rosy wings — And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale, Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window, freighted with The...