Friendship's Gift: A Souvenir for 1848Walter Percival John P. Hill, 1848 - 312 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... speak the hope you did not feel . I bore the gift Affection gave , O'er desert sand and thorny brake , O'er rugged rock and stormy wave , I loved it for the giver's sake ; And often in my happiest day , In scenes of bliss and hours of ...
... speak the hope you did not feel . I bore the gift Affection gave , O'er desert sand and thorny brake , O'er rugged rock and stormy wave , I loved it for the giver's sake ; And often in my happiest day , In scenes of bliss and hours of ...
Pàgina 23
... speak not soon . Father ! - Well - Did ye ever happen to see old Hathaway's daugh- ter ? Which daughter ? - Mary ? Mary indeed ! - why , Mary is a child . A child , hey ? older than thou , by almost a year , my boy . Yes , father ; but ...
... speak not soon . Father ! - Well - Did ye ever happen to see old Hathaway's daugh- ter ? Which daughter ? - Mary ? Mary indeed ! - why , Mary is a child . A child , hey ? older than thou , by almost a year , my boy . Yes , father ; but ...
Pàgina 24
... speaking with a voice he had never employed before , he continued . The mystery shall be cleared up , father . You shall be satisfied . I saw Anne Hathaway when the Queen spoke to her , and all eyes were upon her : I saw her - when she ...
... speaking with a voice he had never employed before , he continued . The mystery shall be cleared up , father . You shall be satisfied . I saw Anne Hathaway when the Queen spoke to her , and all eyes were upon her : I saw her - when she ...
Pàgina 25
... speak to her . My poor silly boy ! Call me anything but a boy , father ; I can't bear that . I have been a man ever since I first saw Anne Hathaway ; she has never been out of my head since -I dream of her I go out and lie down under ...
... speak to her . My poor silly boy ! Call me anything but a boy , father ; I can't bear that . I have been a man ever since I first saw Anne Hathaway ; she has never been out of my head since -I dream of her I go out and lie down under ...
Pàgina 26
... speak ? With your leave , ( flinging both arms about his father's neck , and whispering in his ear ) -- What ! ( starting up , and laughing as if he would split himself . ) What ! Thou wilt marry Anne Hatha- way - God's life ! as her ...
... speak ? With your leave , ( flinging both arms about his father's neck , and whispering in his ear ) -- What ! ( starting up , and laughing as if he would split himself . ) What ! Thou wilt marry Anne Hatha- way - God's life ! as her ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 296 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind...
Pàgina 273 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man.
Pàgina 275 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.
Pàgina 297 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I can not die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Pàgina 296 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack...
Pàgina 276 - twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Pàgina 196 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Pàgina 253 - Ines" had always, for me, an inexpressible charm: O saw ye not fair Ines! She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest...
Pàgina 295 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Pàgina 254 - ... been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song ; With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng. But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart...