The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 |
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... Youth and Age . By S. T. Coleridge , Esq . A Day Dream . By S. T. Coleridge , Esq . PAGE 112 114 139 144 146 148 Marie's Grave . By the Author of " The Subaltern " The National Norwegian Song . By W. H. Leeds , Esq . 173 An Address to ...
... Youth and Age . By S. T. Coleridge , Esq . A Day Dream . By S. T. Coleridge , Esq . PAGE 112 114 139 144 146 148 Marie's Grave . By the Author of " The Subaltern " The National Norwegian Song . By W. H. Leeds , Esq . 173 An Address to ...
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... , and the bright world seems Cast back into her youth of endless springs ! — - -Sweet mother , is it so ? - -or grow I old , Bewildered in divine Elysian dreams ? November , 1825 . B C. • SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART . LETTER FROM SIR.
... , and the bright world seems Cast back into her youth of endless springs ! — - -Sweet mother , is it so ? - -or grow I old , Bewildered in divine Elysian dreams ? November , 1825 . B C. • SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART . LETTER FROM SIR.
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... youth ought long since to have passed away ; and if the prejudices and absurdities of age have come in their place , I will keep them , as Beau Tibbs did his prospect , for the amusement of my domestic friends . A mere enumeration of ...
... youth ought long since to have passed away ; and if the prejudices and absurdities of age have come in their place , I will keep them , as Beau Tibbs did his prospect , for the amusement of my domestic friends . A mere enumeration of ...
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... 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 Battle of Montiel . A DRAMATIC 38 SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART .
... 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 Battle of Montiel . A DRAMATIC 38 SIR WALTER SCOTT , BART .
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... youth , and health , and happiness ; and her clear gay voice , and brilliant smile , accorded well with a shape and motion as light as a butterfly , and as wild as the wind . A beautiful picture was that rosy lass of fifteen in her ...
... youth , and health , and happiness ; and her clear gay voice , and brilliant smile , accorded well with a shape and motion as light as a butterfly , and as wild as the wind . A beautiful picture was that rosy lass of fifteen in her ...
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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.