The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts. [on large paper].Alaric Alexander Watts 1829 |
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... Cormac knows this story of the Fatal Candle . " The good old woman smiled knowingly on her pretty niece , as , instead of answering her half query , she asked— Do you not expect him here before sunset ? " . Minny turned hastily round ...
... Cormac knows this story of the Fatal Candle . " The good old woman smiled knowingly on her pretty niece , as , instead of answering her half query , she asked— Do you not expect him here before sunset ? " . Minny turned hastily round ...
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... Cormac for a husband to- morrow morning early . " " I'll go look at the Rock again , if you continue to talk such nonsense . " " " Oh , bubboo ! -rest easy , darling - and I'll say nothing . Well , what story is it I'm to be telling you ...
... Cormac for a husband to- morrow morning early . " " I'll go look at the Rock again , if you continue to talk such nonsense . " " " Oh , bubboo ! -rest easy , darling - and I'll say nothing . Well , what story is it I'm to be telling you ...
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... Cormac . " So saying , she drew a stool near her niece , and lean- ing forward with her chin on her hand , commenced the following tale . " " There was a couple there , long ago , and they had a son that they didn't know rightly what ...
... Cormac . " So saying , she drew a stool near her niece , and lean- ing forward with her chin on her hand , commenced the following tale . " " There was a couple there , long ago , and they had a son that they didn't know rightly what ...
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... Cormac was with the Knight , when he made the sally at the castle , yes- terday . " The answer of the elderly lady was interrupted by the sound of several voices , in an ... Cormac Cormac ! Welcome , Cormac ! 84 THE ROCK OF THE CANDLE .
... Cormac was with the Knight , when he made the sally at the castle , yes- terday . " The answer of the elderly lady was interrupted by the sound of several voices , in an ... Cormac Cormac ! Welcome , Cormac ! 84 THE ROCK OF THE CANDLE .
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Alaric Alexander Watts. exclaiming , " Cormac Cormac ! Welcome , Cormac ! It is Cormac ! " " And it is Cormac ! " echoed Minny , starting from her seat , and glancing at the spot where the mirror ought to have been " You were right ...
Alaric Alexander Watts. exclaiming , " Cormac Cormac ! Welcome , Cormac ! It is Cormac ! " " And it is Cormac ! " echoed Minny , starting from her seat , and glancing at the spot where the mirror ought to have been " You were right ...
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Page 115 - No marvel that the lady wept — it was the land of France — The chosen home of chivalry — the garden of romance ! The past was bright, like those dear hills so far behind her bark ; The future, like the gathering night, was ominous and dark! One gaze again — one long, last gaze — "Adieu, fair France, to thee !" The breeze comes forth — she is alone on the unconscious sea.
Page 33 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 272 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 116 - They half beguiled her of her cares, they soothed her into smiles, They won her thoughts from bigot zeal, and fierce domestic broils :— But hark ! the tramp of armed men ! the Douglas...
Page 111 - And all around the noonday sun a drowsy radiance cast. No sound of busy life was heard, save, from the cloister dim, The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters...
Page 199 - THOSE few pale autumn flowers, How beautiful they are ! Than all that went before, Than all the summer store, How lovelier far ! And why ? — They are the last ! The last ! the last ! the last ! Oh ! by that little word, How many thoughts are stirred...
Page 114 - The homage of a thousand hearts — the fond deep love of one — The hopes that dance around a life whose charms are but begun, — They lighten up her chestnut eye, they mantle o'er her cheek, They sparkle on her open brow, and high-souled joy bespeak. i Ah ! who shall blame if scarce that day, through all its brilliant hours, She thought of that quiet convent's calm — its sunshine and its flowers.
Page 221 - Black with the miner's blast, upon her height Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball Rebounding idly on her strength did light...
Page 114 - Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise. No marvel that the lady wept, — there was no land on earth She loved like that dear land, although she owed it not her birth ; It was her mother's land, the land of childhood and of friends, — It was the...
Page 355 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.