The Literary SouvenirLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, 1829 |
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Page 29
... standing stiff and motion- less , as though he had been suddenly frozen ; " what evil spirit has sent you to confront your victim ? Go home , Marion , and leave the maniac to his den . " She regarded him a moment in extreme astonishment ...
... standing stiff and motion- less , as though he had been suddenly frozen ; " what evil spirit has sent you to confront your victim ? Go home , Marion , and leave the maniac to his den . " She regarded him a moment in extreme astonishment ...
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... standing ; and a part of the contended booty , dropping from their beaks , was wafted to the feet of the latter . She eagerly snatched it up , it was a curly lock of black hair ! A momentary impulse endowed her with twice the strength ...
... standing ; and a part of the contended booty , dropping from their beaks , was wafted to the feet of the latter . She eagerly snatched it up , it was a curly lock of black hair ! A momentary impulse endowed her with twice the strength ...
Page 74
... standing high above the trees , and against the red and broken clouds that are gathered in the west , that the ruin assumes its most imposing aspect . Such was the look it wore on the evening of an autumn day , when the village beauty ...
... standing high above the trees , and against the red and broken clouds that are gathered in the west , that the ruin assumes its most imposing aspect . Such was the look it wore on the evening of an autumn day , when the village beauty ...
Page 75
... standing by the side of poor young Dillon myself , on the very day of his marriage , when he looked out upon it through the wicket , and was blasted as if by a thunder - stroke . I never will forget the anguish of the dear young bride ...
... standing by the side of poor young Dillon myself , on the very day of his marriage , when he looked out upon it through the wicket , and was blasted as if by a thunder - stroke . I never will forget the anguish of the dear young bride ...
Page 93
... standing in a posture of defence between his foes and the young girl , who seemed to be restrained , rather by her deference to his wishes , than by any personal apprehen- sion , from pressing forward to his side . " Stand back ! " said ...
... standing in a posture of defence between his foes and the young girl , who seemed to be restrained , rather by her deference to his wishes , than by any personal apprehen- sion , from pressing forward to his side . " Stand back ! " said ...
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ALARIC arms Banthee BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath blessed bloom bosom bride bright brow Charles Rolls cheek child Coimbra Cormac cried crown Dartford daughter dear deep dreams earth Edith Elizabeth Engraved Euphuist exclaimed eyes fair father fear feel Ferdinand Fitzroy flowers gentleman grace green grief hair hand handsome happy hath Hazledell head hear heard heart heaven Hendon honour hope Inez Inez de Castro J. M. W. Turner Kilmallock king LADY MARY Larry LESLIE light live look Lord Lysippus maiden Marcus Marion marriage Minny Miss Helen Convolvulus monastery of Alcobaça morning mother never night o'er pale poor queen replied Rock round royal says says Mun shew sigh Silvermere sister sleep smile soul spirit star stood story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought Vibert voice weep Weltwell White Knight wild wind Wollaton wonder young youth
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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...