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Seite 186 - Yet the extravagance of the hero's lyrics is perhaps too unlicensed for English poetry. IBLA, I love thee. On my heavy eye Thine flashes, like the lightning on the cloud. I cannot paint thy beauty ; for it leaves All picturing pale. Were I to say the moon Looks in her midnight glory like thy brow, Where is the wild, sweet sparkling of thine eye ? Or that the palm is like thy stately form, Where is thy grace among its waving boughs...
Seite 288 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye.
Seite 50 - My heart it said nay, I look'd for Jamie back, But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack; The ship it was a wrack, why didna Jenny die, And why do I live to say, waes me ? My father argued sair, tho' my mither didna speak, She look'd in my face till my heart was like to break ; So they gi'ed him my hand, tho' my heart was in the sea, And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me.
Seite 122 - Tis true, you find Some Friends so kind, Who will give you good Counsel themselves to defend. In sorrowful Ditty, They promise, they pity, But shift you for Money, from Friend to Friend.
Seite 169 - You are not mistaken, my dear fellow, as to your facts,' he once remarked in his kindliest way to a young writer, ' but don't hurt people need lessly with that strong pen of yours. When you come to be as old as I am, you will be sorry to remember that you have been guilty of needless cruelty to any one.