The Bijou: An Annual of Literature and the Arts, Volume 3W. Pickering, 1830 - Gift books |
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... lover of unculti- vated nature at least , when in the course of time it shall be more effectually subjected to the active ener- gies of our busy , intrusive , and turbulent species . It is also beside my purpose to dwell on the lo ...
... lover of unculti- vated nature at least , when in the course of time it shall be more effectually subjected to the active ener- gies of our busy , intrusive , and turbulent species . It is also beside my purpose to dwell on the lo ...
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... lovers stealthily have come Here in the calm clear eve to roam . What though the sounds of proud joyance , Of harpings , and the echoing dance , Ring blithely on the stirless air , Telling of mirth and music there ; The song , and the ...
... lovers stealthily have come Here in the calm clear eve to roam . What though the sounds of proud joyance , Of harpings , and the echoing dance , Ring blithely on the stirless air , Telling of mirth and music there ; The song , and the ...
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... lovers , parted but by fate , Soft comfort dost thou bring : But , O , if sin them separate , If one , by error , both divide , Man's faithlessness , or woman's pride , A sharp envenom'd sting ! Yet still to Leonora thou Mayst prove the ...
... lovers , parted but by fate , Soft comfort dost thou bring : But , O , if sin them separate , If one , by error , both divide , Man's faithlessness , or woman's pride , A sharp envenom'd sting ! Yet still to Leonora thou Mayst prove the ...
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... lover's solitude , And thus herself reveal . But Oswald's life is ebbing fast : He cannot speak — but looks his last ! Pale is his lip , and dim his eye , Weaker his grasp , fainter his sigh , His cheek is blanch'd , his eyelids close ...
... lover's solitude , And thus herself reveal . But Oswald's life is ebbing fast : He cannot speak — but looks his last ! Pale is his lip , and dim his eye , Weaker his grasp , fainter his sigh , His cheek is blanch'd , his eyelids close ...
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... lover's early grave ! The moon was up , both full and bright ; And peace reign'd o'er the tide : ' Twas just the semblance of that night When brave young Oswald died . A splash was heard ! a bubbling cry , As though of drowning agony ...
... lover's early grave ! The moon was up , both full and bright ; And peace reign'd o'er the tide : ' Twas just the semblance of that night When brave young Oswald died . A splash was heard ! a bubbling cry , As though of drowning agony ...
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ALEXANDER DYCE Bauldie Quech beauty beneath bosom breast breath bright brow Chancery Lane charms child Clootie cloud cousin cried dark daughter dear death deep delight Deloraine dost e'en earth exclaimed eyes fair fate fearful feelings Filippo Filippo Strozzi Fillan flowers flush rivers fond Foxton gaze Geneora Glensouth Grubly hair hand happy hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Julian lady LADY JANE GREY Laura light lips listened live look Lorenzino lover Luisa maiden mair Marcella Marion mind Miss Alicia Mordent Mucklebrowst never night o'er pale Pietro Strozzi Piper pipes pride Romaldi Rory Blare scene Sibbie Carloups sigh smile sorrow soul spirit Sternheim stranger Strozzi sweet tears thee thine thing Thomas Stothard thou art thought UGO FOSCOLO voice weel wild William Pickering wind witch yere YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth
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Page 52 - THERE is a land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue...
Page 40 - Solcata ho fronte, occhi incavati intenti, crin fulvo, emunte guance, ardito aspetto; labbri tumidi, arguti, al riso lenti, capo chino, bel collo, irsuto petto; membra esatte; vestir semplice eletto; ratti i passi, il pensier, gli atti, gli accenti; prodigo, sobrio; umano, ispido, schietto; avverso al mondo, avversi a me gli eventi.
Page 84 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Page 87 - I'll e'en tell ye the truth, cummer ; folk say ye've been made a witch of, and I'm judging it's true ; but for byganes' sake ye'll get nae harm frae me, only tak up yere pipes and begone ; but first gie me back my siller, for I'll hae naething mair to do wi' you." "Aha, Billie," then said the auld carline, " there are twa words to that ; if ye're fause and ungratefu', that's yere ain fault ; but while I've the broken saxpence I can weel hinder yere marrying onybody without my leave, and may be do...
Page 41 - Bent head, and well-formed neck, breast rough and cold, Limbs well composed ; simple in dress yet choice, Swift or to move, act, think, or thought unfold. Temperate, firm, kind, unused to flattering lies, Adverse to the world, adverse to me of old ; Ofttimes alone and mournful : evermore Most pensive, all unmoved by hope or fear, By shame made timid, and by anger brave, My subtle reason speaks : but ah ! I rave — 'Twixt vice and virtue, hardly know to steer — Death may for me have fame and rest...
Page 81 - The miller was a stout carl for the nones, Full big he was of brawn, and eke of bones...
Page 86 - and that for mony a lang and weary mile, and speir'd at every ane that I cam nigh, but I ne'er saw her again ; and sae, when I heard some auld carlines say that belike the witches had carried her awa', I e'en gied her up ; for naebody can find out what they dinna like to show. Weel, I cam back to Mucklebrowst, and years passed awa', and I thought nae mair o' the matter ; and at last I weddit Luckie Links, o
Page 87 - I could speak for wonder, and some little o' fear ; ' Troth, lad,' said she, ' I canna just tell ye where I hae been ; a frien' o' mine has taken me to see the warl', and made me gay rich, but ye see I dinna forget auld acquaintance ; here's the half o' the saxpence we brak, and as yere first jo's dead, we'll e'en be marryit when ye will.
Page 92 - Mucklebrowst, if it like your honour," was the reply ; " I hae the blessed pipes o' St. Fillan wi' me, and I'll gie ye ane of the Saunt's ain sangs by which he drave awa' the deil on the chanter, an ye wad like to listen till it." There was something in this proposal not very pleasing to the longbearded baron, since he ground his teeth and grinned fearfully upon the piper, and roared out fiercely to Nickie Deilstyke to take the canting dog down to the revel in the courtyard, and show him where Cummer...