The Literary SouvenirLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, 1829 - English literature |
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... Death of the Flowers . By the Author of " Solitary Hours , " " " The Widow's Tale , " & c . 126 The Ship at Sea . By John Malcolm , Esq . 128 The Queen of May . By the Author of " The Lettre de Cachet 99 131 King Pedro's Revenge . By ...
... Death of the Flowers . By the Author of " Solitary Hours , " " " The Widow's Tale , " & c . 126 The Ship at Sea . By John Malcolm , Esq . 128 The Queen of May . By the Author of " The Lettre de Cachet 99 131 King Pedro's Revenge . By ...
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... death , " - " Of Vibert's death what mean such horrible words . All things seem ominous of woe to me . In Heaven's name , speak again , and do not stand so motionless and ghastly . What is it that you see ? " Marcus slowly raised his ...
... death , " - " Of Vibert's death what mean such horrible words . All things seem ominous of woe to me . In Heaven's name , speak again , and do not stand so motionless and ghastly . What is it that you see ? " Marcus slowly raised his ...
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... death seemed to think his prey scarcely worth the striking ; for their departure was unmarked by a single pang . Edith , whose natural temperament had the least repose , was the first to drop ; -she died clasping her sister's neck ; and ...
... death seemed to think his prey scarcely worth the striking ; for their departure was unmarked by a single pang . Edith , whose natural temperament had the least repose , was the first to drop ; -she died clasping her sister's neck ; and ...
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... death hath spared thee , or philosophic search Permit thee still to own thy haunted nest , Perfect Arabian , -lonely nightingale ! Dusk creature , who art silent all day long , But when pale eve unseals thy clear throat , loosest Thy ...
... death hath spared thee , or philosophic search Permit thee still to own thy haunted nest , Perfect Arabian , -lonely nightingale ! Dusk creature , who art silent all day long , But when pale eve unseals thy clear throat , loosest Thy ...
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... death : — Now , in thy voice , the mad Medea dies : - Now Desdemona yields her gentle breath : - All things thou art by turns - from wrath to love , From the queen eagle to the vestal dove ! V. Horror is stern and strong , and Death ...
... death : — Now , in thy voice , the mad Medea dies : - Now Desdemona yields her gentle breath : - All things thou art by turns - from wrath to love , From the queen eagle to the vestal dove ! V. Horror is stern and strong , and Death ...
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Page 111 - Effulgent in the light of youth, is she, the new made bride! 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.
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 354 - 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.
Page 270 - 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 114 - 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 109 - 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 44 - A horrid puppy!" said Lieutenant St. Squintem, who was still uglier; " If he does not ride better, he will disgrace the regiment !" said Captain Rivalhate, who was very good-looking; " If he does not ride better, we will cut him ! " said Colonel Everdrill, who was a wonderful martinet ; " I say, Mr. Bumpemwell, (to the riding-master,) make that youngster ride less like a miller's sack." " Pooh, sir, he will never ride better.
Page 44 - Ricardo by heart — and made notes on the English Constitution. He rose to speak. " What a handsome fellow ! " whispered one member. "Ah, a coxcomb!" said another. » " Never do for a speaker !
Page 39 - ... nightingale ! Dusk creature, who art silent all day long, But when pale eve unseals thy clear throat, loosest Thy twilight music on the dreaming boughs Until they waken. And thou, cuckoo bird, Who art the ghost of sound, having no shape Material, but dost wander far and near, Like untouched echo whom the woods deny...