The Bijou; or, Annual of literature and the artsWilliam Pickering, 1828 - English literature |
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... Cathleen Bray , a young girl of his own parish , and they were married . Reilly was able , skilful , and industrious ; Cathleen was the best spinner in the county , and had constant sale for her work at Kil- kenny : they wanted nothing ...
... Cathleen Bray , a young girl of his own parish , and they were married . Reilly was able , skilful , and industrious ; Cathleen was the best spinner in the county , and had constant sale for her work at Kil- kenny : they wanted nothing ...
Page 209
... Cathleen of his mischance , and to assure her that on a certain day , in a week from that time , a letter would await her at the Kilkenny post - office : the same friend was commissioned to deliver her his silver watch , and a guinea ...
... Cathleen of his mischance , and to assure her that on a certain day , in a week from that time , a letter would await her at the Kilkenny post - office : the same friend was commissioned to deliver her his silver watch , and a guinea ...
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... Cathleen listened to her husband's letter with clasped hands and drawn breath , but quiet in her na- ture , she gave no other signs of emotion than a few large tears which trickled slowly down her cheeks . " And will I see him again ...
... Cathleen listened to her husband's letter with clasped hands and drawn breath , but quiet in her na- ture , she gave no other signs of emotion than a few large tears which trickled slowly down her cheeks . " And will I see him again ...
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... Cathleen spent the rest of the day in making preparations for her journey : she set her cabin in order , and made a small bundle of a few articles of clothing belonging to herself and her hus- band . The watch and the guinea she wrapped ...
... Cathleen spent the rest of the day in making preparations for her journey : she set her cabin in order , and made a small bundle of a few articles of clothing belonging to herself and her hus- band . The watch and the guinea she wrapped ...
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... Cathleen walked on stoutly towards Cork , and by the evening she had accomplished with occasional pauses of rest , nearly twenty - one miles . She lodged at a little inn by the road side , and the following day set forward again , but ...
... Cathleen walked on stoutly towards Cork , and by the evening she had accomplished with occasional pauses of rest , nearly twenty - one miles . She lodged at a little inn by the road side , and the following day set forward again , but ...
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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.