The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Band 4Blackie & Son, 1835 |
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... girls were away to glean and none were left but a few young children who were playing quietly on the green ; two or three ancient grandames who sat spinning at their doors in the rich sunlight ; and here and there a happy young mother ...
... girls were away to glean and none were left but a few young children who were playing quietly on the green ; two or three ancient grandames who sat spinning at their doors in the rich sunlight ; and here and there a happy young mother ...
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... girl ? " she held forward a light broom , and said , in the quick short pronunciation of a foreigner , " Buy a Broom ? " -- " Pray what is the use of it , my good lass ? " said Frederick , in that mood in which a man , conscious that he ...
... girl ? " she held forward a light broom , and said , in the quick short pronunciation of a foreigner , " Buy a Broom ? " -- " Pray what is the use of it , my good lass ? " said Frederick , in that mood in which a man , conscious that he ...
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... girls laid down their baskets of fruit , and drew to the te ; the trees had rest for a while from shaking , while the fair- haired boys , with faces flushed and glowing from their autumnal exercise , looked out in wonder from between ...
... girls laid down their baskets of fruit , and drew to the te ; the trees had rest for a while from shaking , while the fair- haired boys , with faces flushed and glowing from their autumnal exercise , looked out in wonder from between ...
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... girl , " said Frederick , clapping her on the shoulder , " for your sisterly love , every thing shall be done for your brother that man can do . I shall see him first myself , and that ere long ; and then I shall consult on his case ...
... girl , " said Frederick , clapping her on the shoulder , " for your sisterly love , every thing shall be done for your brother that man can do . I shall see him first myself , and that ere long ; and then I shall consult on his case ...
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... girl , sobbing almost hysterically from her full and grateful heart . " I have no other friend on earth that I can seri- ously trust ; they are all hollow , or foolish in their kindness . " " Does Mrs Mather know of this pious journey ...
... girl , sobbing almost hysterically from her full and grateful heart . " I have no other friend on earth that I can seri- ously trust ; they are all hollow , or foolish in their kindness . " " Does Mrs Mather know of this pious journey ...
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The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of ... Alexander Whitelaw Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
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Antonio appeared arms Ballybeg beautiful began brother called Calton Hill Captain Cardo Charlotte Clara Clare castle countenance Cowper cried dark daughter dear death delight door dress Edinburgh eyes face fair Fanny father fear feel fire Frederick Hume gentleman girl Gorbals grave hand happy Harz hast head hear heard heart heaven Hodnet Holydean honour horse trumpet hour Juliana knew lady laugh leave light live look lord Thurlow Marli marriage Melrose Abbey mind Miss morning mother murderer never night o'er once Pisa poor returned Romelli rose round scene Scotland seemed seen silent sister smile soon soul spirit stood stranger sweet tears tell thee thing THOMAS AIRD thou thought took town turned Ursenstein village voice Waldeck walked wife wild William Cowper Wincanton window wish wonder words young youth
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Seite 93 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Seite 94 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Seite 201 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Seite 94 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Seite 94 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 66 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 66 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death...
Seite 200 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary!
Seite 287 - IT was a' for our rightfu' King, We left fair Scotland's strand ; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, My dear ; We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a...
Seite 287 - Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea, And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet, once again farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay.