The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600 pàgines |
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Pàgina 28
... lips that we have once kissed , sucu lips we do not soon forget . I will tell you how it hap- pened . " " Stop - not a word ! " exclaimed the Spaniard . " You would have a right to think me ill - bred , if I asked a cava . lier for his ...
... lips that we have once kissed , sucu lips we do not soon forget . I will tell you how it hap- pened . " " Stop - not a word ! " exclaimed the Spaniard . " You would have a right to think me ill - bred , if I asked a cava . lier for his ...
Pàgina 35
... lips . She blushed , but did not resist . I slipped a bank - note into her hand - she eyed me anxiously , and clung closer to me . Farewell , till we meet again ! I said , as she gently freed herself from my embrace . The moment of ...
... lips . She blushed , but did not resist . I slipped a bank - note into her hand - she eyed me anxiously , and clung closer to me . Farewell , till we meet again ! I said , as she gently freed herself from my embrace . The moment of ...
Pàgina 37
... lips . " Has it come to this , did this get here ? " he asked himself , in amazement , as then , " he thought , not without aların , " that I dream by he saw that it was one of the handkerchiefs which his day , and think I see her ...
... lips . " Has it come to this , did this get here ? " he asked himself , in amazement , as then , " he thought , not without aların , " that I dream by he saw that it was one of the handkerchiefs which his day , and think I see her ...
Pàgina 38
... lips , but it seemed as if she was hurt at the want of con- fidence his looks expressed , and she suppressed it . She rang for her maid , and descended to the garden without inviting him to accompany her . Some hours later he walked ...
... lips , but it seemed as if she was hurt at the want of con- fidence his looks expressed , and she suppressed it . She rang for her maid , and descended to the garden without inviting him to accompany her . Some hours later he walked ...
Pàgina 40
... lips . " Yes , you are my Laura's daughter ! " he exclaimed ; " You have nothing of your father but his golden hair ; in all your features you are a Tortosi ! Be henceforth my daughter , my dear child : I am rich — I have no kinsmen ...
... lips . " Yes , you are my Laura's daughter ! " he exclaimed ; " You have nothing of your father but his golden hair ; in all your features you are a Tortosi ! Be henceforth my daughter , my dear child : I am rich — I have no kinsmen ...
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The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and ... George Pope Morris Visualització completa - 1853 |
The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and ... Visualització completa - 1853 |
The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and ... Visualització completa - 1845 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 312 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Pàgina 347 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Pàgina 312 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Pàgina 314 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Pàgina 313 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pàgina 313 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
Pàgina 314 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
Pàgina 346 - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Pàgina 313 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Pàgina 314 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.