The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... the amusement of my domestic friends . A mere enumeration of the persons in the sketch is all which I can possibly permit to be published respecting myself and my family ; and , as must be the lot of 34 SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART .
... the amusement of my domestic friends . A mere enumeration of the persons in the sketch is all which I can possibly permit to be published respecting myself and my family ; and , as must be the lot of 34 SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART .
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... person most forward in the groupe is Miss Sophia Charlotte Scott , now Mrs. John Gibson Lockhart ; and 6 , her younger sister , Miss Ann Scott . Both are represented as ewe- milkers , with their leglins , or milk - pails . 7. On the ...
... person most forward in the groupe is Miss Sophia Charlotte Scott , now Mrs. John Gibson Lockhart ; and 6 , her younger sister , Miss Ann Scott . Both are represented as ewe- milkers , with their leglins , or milk - pails . 7. On the ...
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... person of considerable importance among his class in the neighbourhood , and used to stickle a good deal to keep his place in public opinion . Now , he suffered , in his own idea at least , from the consequence assumed by a country ...
... person of considerable importance among his class in the neighbourhood , and used to stickle a good deal to keep his place in public opinion . Now , he suffered , in his own idea at least , from the consequence assumed by a country ...
Page 65
... person who rents the land preferring to live at a large farm about a mile distant , leaving this lonely house to the care of a labourer and his wife , who reside in one end , and have the charge of a few colts and heifers that run in ...
... person who rents the land preferring to live at a large farm about a mile distant , leaving this lonely house to the care of a labourer and his wife , who reside in one end , and have the charge of a few colts and heifers that run in ...
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... persons of rank , and about 2000 seamen perished on this occasion . DREW'S HISTORY OF CORNWALL . ] THE blue wave roll'd away before the breeze Of evening , and that gallant fleet was seen Darting across the waters ; ship on ship ...
... persons of rank , and about 2000 seamen perished on this occasion . DREW'S HISTORY OF CORNWALL . ] THE blue wave roll'd away before the breeze Of evening , and that gallant fleet was seen Darting across the waters ; ship on ship ...
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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.