The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... less important to those whose names have been just mentioned ; but where a favor has been conferred in a peculiar manner , it at least demands that it should be pecu- liarly acknowledged . Mr. Coleridge , in the most liberal manner ...
... less important to those whose names have been just mentioned ; but where a favor has been conferred in a peculiar manner , it at least demands that it should be pecu- liarly acknowledged . Mr. Coleridge , in the most liberal manner ...
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... less To shew your lore the Bench before , and great is your redress ; Clerk the most clerkly though thou be , expect the same penance : ' Tis true a Bishop turns the key : God grant de- liverance ! In honesty I speak - for me , I'd ...
... less To shew your lore the Bench before , and great is your redress ; Clerk the most clerkly though thou be , expect the same penance : ' Tis true a Bishop turns the key : God grant de- liverance ! In honesty I speak - for me , I'd ...
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... less bright than the lip which it prest , Yet thy sad branches sweep o'er the maiden's last rest : The brave and the lovely alike they are sleeping , I marvel no more rose and laurel are weeping . 4 Yet sunbeam of heaven thou fall'st on ...
... less bright than the lip which it prest , Yet thy sad branches sweep o'er the maiden's last rest : The brave and the lovely alike they are sleeping , I marvel no more rose and laurel are weeping . 4 Yet sunbeam of heaven thou fall'st on ...
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... less vivid than those we have shared together , But still at our lot it were vain to repine , Youth cannot return , or the days of Lang Syne . Your's affectionately , Abbotsford , 2d August , 1827 . WALTER SCOTT . The Night before the ...
... less vivid than those we have shared together , But still at our lot it were vain to repine , Youth cannot return , or the days of Lang Syne . Your's affectionately , Abbotsford , 2d August , 1827 . WALTER SCOTT . The Night before the ...
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... less lustily because Their eyes were on me - by my troth I watered The clay with my best sweat - but never a word- " Rodrigo Perez , hot work , old Rodrigo " To say so much had been no mighty matter , " The ditch will do . " " The ...
... less lustily because Their eyes were on me - by my troth I watered The clay with my best sweat - but never a word- " Rodrigo Perez , hot work , old Rodrigo " To say so much had been no mighty matter , " The ditch will do . " " The ...
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Page 24 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Page 139 - Youth! for years so many and sweet, 'Tis known that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold!
Page 24 - The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
Page 20 - Fairly began — but finish'd not; And fruitless, late remorse doth trace — Like Hebrew lore a backward pace — Her irrecoverable race. Disjointed numbers; sense unknit Huge reams of folly, shreds of wit; Compose the mingled mass of it. My scalded eyes no longer brook Upon this ink-blurr'd thing to look — Go, shut the leaves, and clasp the book.
Page 138 - twixt Now and Then! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along: — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Page 140 - A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree : And lo ! where Mary leans her head, Two dear names carved upon the tree ! And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow...
Page 12 - neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came ; And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Page 138 - Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit— It cannot be that Thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd:— And thou wert aye a masker bold! What strange disguise hast now put on, To make believe, that thou art gone?
Page 304 - Face of the curled streams, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any ; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells ; Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines, caves and dells ; Choose where thou wilt...
Page xi - With the hare through the copses and dingles wild ! With the butterfly over the heath, fair child ? Yes : the light fall of thy bounding feet Hath not startled the wren from her mossy seat ; Yet hast thou ranged the green forest-dells, And brought back a treasure of buds and bells.