The Bijou: An Annual of Literature and the Arts, Volume 3W. Pickering, 1830 - Gift books |
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... waves toss fearfully Their giant crests of foam ! For HE is in his slender bark , Breasting that world of waters dark ... wave again , And call the anxious terrors vain That rack me when we part . Beautiful is the deep blue sea , When ...
... waves toss fearfully Their giant crests of foam ! For HE is in his slender bark , Breasting that world of waters dark ... wave again , And call the anxious terrors vain That rack me when we part . Beautiful is the deep blue sea , When ...
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... Waves into silver spray . An amphitheatre of hills Sloping to gentle shores , And sending down unnumber'd rills With tributary stores ; Such the fair features of the scene Mantled in summer's 34 THE FLOURE OF SOUVENANCE .
... Waves into silver spray . An amphitheatre of hills Sloping to gentle shores , And sending down unnumber'd rills With tributary stores ; Such the fair features of the scene Mantled in summer's 34 THE FLOURE OF SOUVENANCE .
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... wave ; The while , upon that faëry strand , With mute lip but beseeching hand , Young Isabel repentant stood And gazed on the encircling flood : A monarch's ransom she had paid How gladly then , unthinking maid ! That she had ne'er in ...
... wave ; The while , upon that faëry strand , With mute lip but beseeching hand , Young Isabel repentant stood And gazed on the encircling flood : A monarch's ransom she had paid How gladly then , unthinking maid ! That she had ne'er in ...
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... me not - Farewell - Farewell ! " Then closed the waters o'er his head ; And ere the last flush left the waves He slept within their hidden caves . RITRATTO DI UGO FOSCOLO . SCRITTO DA ESSO . SOLCATA THE FLOURE OF SOUVENANCE . 39.
... me not - Farewell - Farewell ! " Then closed the waters o'er his head ; And ere the last flush left the waves He slept within their hidden caves . RITRATTO DI UGO FOSCOLO . SCRITTO DA ESSO . SOLCATA THE FLOURE OF SOUVENANCE . 39.
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... wave Which form'd her 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 ...
... wave Which form'd her 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 ...
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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...