Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - Всего страниц: 358 |
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... Castle , Durham , description of Bat , on a Battle of Hohenlinden Beauty Beauty's grave Beckford , William , Esq . Bertrand , Sir Bethlem Hospital , description of Bird's Nest , a , illuminated Bloomfield Botany Bowed Davie . Broken ...
... Castle , Durham , description of Bat , on a Battle of Hohenlinden Beauty Beauty's grave Beckford , William , Esq . Bertrand , Sir Bethlem Hospital , description of Bird's Nest , a , illuminated Bloomfield Botany Bowed Davie . Broken ...
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... Castle , description of 109 273 205 344 Last Farewell , the Lark , a captive Last Day , the Lawyer's , the , Farewell to his muse Laziness of Authors Lea , the banks of the Lines Linlithgow Palace , Scotland , description of London , a ...
... Castle , description of 109 273 205 344 Last Farewell , the Lark , a captive Last Day , the Lawyer's , the , Farewell to his muse Laziness of Authors Lea , the banks of the Lines Linlithgow Palace , Scotland , description of London , a ...
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... Castle of Taverns Ten years ago , Dorking , Surrey , description of Tiranna Thought on Wisdom a 17 342 13 246 290 85 184 40 56 , 264 To Cupid · 156 To Jessy 45 To my Dog 36 To Mr. 192 Translation 60 of a Greek Fragment of Simonides 120 ...
... Castle of Taverns Ten years ago , Dorking , Surrey , description of Tiranna Thought on Wisdom a 17 342 13 246 290 85 184 40 56 , 264 To Cupid · 156 To Jessy 45 To my Dog 36 To Mr. 192 Translation 60 of a Greek Fragment of Simonides 120 ...
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... Castle , Durham , description of Bat , on a Battle of Hohenlinden Beauty Beauty's grave Beckford , William , Esq . Bertrand , Sir Bethlem Hospital , description of Bird's Nest , a , illuminated Bloomfield Botany Bowed Davie Box Hill ...
... Castle , Durham , description of Bat , on a Battle of Hohenlinden Beauty Beauty's grave Beckford , William , Esq . Bertrand , Sir Bethlem Hospital , description of Bird's Nest , a , illuminated Bloomfield Botany Bowed Davie Box Hill ...
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... Castle , description of 109 Ladies ' evening dresses , on , 273 Lambeth Palace , description of 205 Lamentation 344 Lark , a captive 311 Last Day , the Last Farewell , the Laziness of Authors 52 255 Lawyer's , the , Farewell to his muse ...
... Castle , description of 109 Ladies ' evening dresses , on , 273 Lambeth Palace , description of 205 Lamentation 344 Lark , a captive 311 Last Day , the Last Farewell , the Laziness of Authors 52 255 Lawyer's , the , Farewell to his muse ...
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arms Barnard Castle beautiful behold BETHLEM HOSPITAL bloom bosom Box Hill breast breath bright brow castle character charms cheek child church clouds cottage COUNTESS OF DEVONSHIRE dark daugh death delight Der Freischutz earth Evaline eyes fair father feelings flowers fortune garden genius glory grace grave hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills Holyrood Palace honour hour Kenilworth Castle King lady light live look Lord Mary mind morning mountains mourn nature never night Norham Castle o'er palace pass pleasure poet POOLEY BRIDGE poor pride queen rest rock rose round SAVOY PALACE scene Shakspeare side sigh Sir William Stanhope sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit sweet Tamworth tears tender thee thine thing thou thought tion tower trees village virtue walk Wallace's Cave weep wife wild young youth
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Стр. 160 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Стр. 345 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 159 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Стр. 159 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Стр. 159 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 194 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Стр. 159 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Стр. 76 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
Стр. 177 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Стр. 76 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...