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... dark lantern . I can only attribute his fears to a pair of new pistols wherewith I had armed him ; and he thought it necessary to display his vigilance by calling out to me whenever we passed anything - no matter whether moving or ...
... dark lantern . I can only attribute his fears to a pair of new pistols wherewith I had armed him ; and he thought it necessary to display his vigilance by calling out to me whenever we passed anything - no matter whether moving or ...
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... . " I'd give the lands of Deloraine Dark Musgrave were alive again ! " that is , — I would give many a sugar cane Monk Lewis were alive again ! Detached Thoughts . ERSKINE - CURRAN . 49 ERSKINE . In 1812 , 48 BEAUTIES OF BYRON .
... . " I'd give the lands of Deloraine Dark Musgrave were alive again ! " that is , — I would give many a sugar cane Monk Lewis were alive again ! Detached Thoughts . ERSKINE - CURRAN . 49 ERSKINE . In 1812 , 48 BEAUTIES OF BYRON .
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... dark hair , and hazel eyes ; her very dress ! I should be quite grieved to see her now ; the reality , however beautiful , would destroy , or at least confuse , the features of the lovely Peri which then existed in her , and still lives ...
... dark hair , and hazel eyes ; her very dress ! I should be quite grieved to see her now ; the reality , however beautiful , would destroy , or at least confuse , the features of the lovely Peri which then existed in her , and still lives ...
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... dark eyes - her long eyelashes - her completely Greek cast of face and figure ! I was then about twelve - she rather older , perhaps a year . She died about a year or two afterwards , in consequence of a fall , which injured her spine ...
... dark eyes - her long eyelashes - her completely Greek cast of face and figure ! I was then about twelve - she rather older , perhaps a year . She died about a year or two afterwards , in consequence of a fall , which injured her spine ...
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... dark already as mine was at twelve years old , if I may judge from what I recollect of some in Augusta's possession taken at that age . But it don't curl , —perhaps from its being let grow . I also thank you for the inscription of the ...
... dark already as mine was at twelve years old , if I may judge from what I recollect of some in Augusta's possession taken at that age . But it don't curl , —perhaps from its being let grow . I also thank you for the inscription of the ...
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Page 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.