The Literary SouvenirLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, 1829 - English literature |
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... lived in profusion , his table was rarely enlivened save by the dogs which had been the companions of his sport . Vibert , whose character it was to judge always favour- ably , believed that his manner and mode of life pro- ceeded from ...
... lived in profusion , his table was rarely enlivened save by the dogs which had been the companions of his sport . Vibert , whose character it was to judge always favour- ably , believed that his manner and mode of life pro- ceeded from ...
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... lived upon another's bounty , and whose future means were something worse than precarious . He seized upon what he thought a good opportunity , the same evening . His uncle was enjoying his arm - chair and slippers beside an ample fire ...
... lived upon another's bounty , and whose future means were something worse than precarious . He seized upon what he thought a good opportunity , the same evening . His uncle was enjoying his arm - chair and slippers beside an ample fire ...
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... lived through many a stormy hour , Through good and ill , —and time and change defied ! V. Perish each record that might wake a thought That would be treason to a faith like this ! — Why should the spectres of past joys be brought To ...
... lived through many a stormy hour , Through good and ill , —and time and change defied ! V. Perish each record that might wake a thought That would be treason to a faith like this ! — Why should the spectres of past joys be brought To ...
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... lived on the credit of having once enjoyed it . " You are the handsomest man in London ; you must marry an heiress . " " I will , " said Mr. Ferdinand Fitzroy . Miss Helen Convolvulus was a charming young lady , with a hare - lip and ...
... lived on the credit of having once enjoyed it . " You are the handsomest man in London ; you must marry an heiress . " " I will , " said Mr. Ferdinand Fitzroy . Miss Helen Convolvulus was a charming young lady , with a hare - lip and ...
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... st , and Love is born ! Oh ! songstress rare , Lives there on earth a power like that which lies In those resistless tones , -in those dark eyes ? III . Oh , I have lived - how long F 3 To the Singer, Pasta By Barry Cornwall.
... st , and Love is born ! Oh ! songstress rare , Lives there on earth a power like that which lies In those resistless tones , -in those dark eyes ? III . Oh , I have lived - how long F 3 To the Singer, Pasta By Barry Cornwall.
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ALARIC arms Banthee BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath blessed bloom bosom bride bright brow Charles Rolls cheek child Coimbra Cormac cried crown Dartford daughter dear deep dreams earth Edith Elizabeth Engraved Euphuist exclaimed eyes fair father fear feel Ferdinand Fitzroy flowers gentleman grace green grief hair hand handsome happy hath Hazledell head hear heard heart heaven Hendon honour hope Inez Inez de Castro J. M. W. Turner Kilmallock king LADY MARY Larry LESLIE light live look Lord Lysippus maiden Marcus Marion marriage Minny Miss Helen Convolvulus monastery of Alcobaça morning mother never night o'er pale poor queen replied Rock round royal says says Mun shew sigh Silvermere sister sleep smile soul spirit star stood story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought Vibert voice weep Weltwell White Knight wild wind Wollaton wonder young youth
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Page 111 - Effulgent in the light of youth, is she, the new made bride! The homage of a thousand hearts — the fond deep love of one — The hopes that dance around a life whose charms are but begun, — They lighten up her chestnut eye, they mantle o'er her cheek, They sparkle on her open brow, and high-souled joy bespeak.
Page 33 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 270 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 114 - They half beguiled her of her cares, they soothed her into smiles, They won her thoughts from bigot zeal, and fierce domestic broils :— But hark ! the tramp of armed men ! the Douglas...
Page 109 - And all around the noonday sun a drowsy radiance cast. No sound of busy life was heard, save, from the cloister dim, The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters...
Page 44 - A horrid puppy!" said Lieutenant St. Squintem, who was still uglier; " If he does not ride better, he will disgrace the regiment !" said Captain Rivalhate, who was very good-looking; " If he does not ride better, we will cut him ! " said Colonel Everdrill, who was a wonderful martinet ; " I say, Mr. Bumpemwell, (to the riding-master,) make that youngster ride less like a miller's sack." " Pooh, sir, he will never ride better.
Page 44 - Ricardo by heart — and made notes on the English Constitution. He rose to speak. " What a handsome fellow ! " whispered one member. "Ah, a coxcomb!" said another. » " Never do for a speaker !
Page 39 - ... nightingale ! Dusk creature, who art silent all day long, But when pale eve unseals thy clear throat, loosest Thy twilight music on the dreaming boughs Until they waken. And thou, cuckoo bird, Who art the ghost of sound, having no shape Material, but dost wander far and near, Like untouched echo whom the woods deny...