The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... grace , Than even those looks of joy that lie On the soft cheek of infancy . WILSON . HAST thou been in the woods with the honey - bee ? Hast thou been with the lamb in the pastures free ? With the hare through the copses and dingles ...
... grace , Than even those looks of joy that lie On the soft cheek of infancy . WILSON . HAST thou been in the woods with the honey - bee ? Hast thou been with the lamb in the pastures free ? With the hare through the copses and dingles ...
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... grace , the king ) doth he to - morrow Charge on the centre of his brother's battle ? ONIS . I would it were not so ; but , if I know him , It would be heavy tidings for his ear , That any sword but his had found its sheath Within ...
... grace , the king ) doth he to - morrow Charge on the centre of his brother's battle ? ONIS . I would it were not so ; but , if I know him , It would be heavy tidings for his ear , That any sword but his had found its sheath Within ...
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... grace , encreased by the adjustment of her splendid hair , which was parted on her white fore- head , and gathered up behind in a large knot - a natural coronet . Her eyebrows and long eyelashes were a few shades darker than her hair ...
... grace , encreased by the adjustment of her splendid hair , which was parted on her white fore- head , and gathered up behind in a large knot - a natural coronet . Her eyebrows and long eyelashes were a few shades darker than her hair ...
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... grace , That nature doth impart . Here roving looks , and eyes of fire , Awake the soul of young desire ; - The spells - which Beauty may inspire , By thee are well exprest . But soon the varying tints will fade , And time with leaden ...
... grace , That nature doth impart . Here roving looks , and eyes of fire , Awake the soul of young desire ; - The spells - which Beauty may inspire , By thee are well exprest . But soon the varying tints will fade , And time with leaden ...
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... grace , Shall dare assign to thee a second place ? Yet , thou so lov'st the art thou dost profess , ( I know , ) that thou would'st rather be deemed less Than thine own stature , so that they who first Gave art nobility , and burst Like ...
... grace , Shall dare assign to thee a second place ? Yet , thou so lov'st the art thou dost profess , ( I know , ) that thou would'st rather be deemed less Than thine own stature , so that they who first Gave art nobility , and burst Like ...
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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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Страница 24 - 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.
Страница 139 - 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!
Страница 24 - 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!
Страница 20 - 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.
Страница 138 - 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.
Страница 140 - 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...
Страница 12 - 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.
Страница 138 - 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?
Страница 304 - 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...
Страница xi - 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.