The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts. [on large paper].Alaric Alexander Watts 1826 |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALARIC Allan Cunningham art thou beauty blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow charmed cheek child cried dance dark deep dream earth eyes fair fair Lady farewell fear feel Fire-side flowers forest gaze gentle grace hand hath heard heart heaven heigh-ho honour hopes hour JAMES HOGG lady Beatrice Lady Jane Lady L laugh Lennox light lips Literary Souvenir looked lord LOUISA JANE RUSSELL lover maid Malhamdale merlin minstrel morning never night o'er pale passed Pierce pray pride Rosamunda round scarcely scene seemed shrine Sibyl sigh Sir Lubin Sir Luke sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stood strange stranger sweet tears tell TEMPLE OF VESTA thee Theophan thine thing THOMAS DALE thou thought Thyrza turned Twas voice watch WATTS wave whilst whispered wild wind Woburn Abbey word yeoman young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 99 - with pikes, guns, and bows, With old swords and bucklers, that had borne many shrewd blows; With an old falconer, huntsman, and a kennel of hounds, That never hawked nor hunted but in his own grounds ; Who, like a wise man, kept himself within his own bounds,
Seite 74 - A gentle form is near me now; A small, white hand is clasped in mine ; I gaze upon her placid brow, And ask what joys can equal thine! A babe, whose beauty 's half divine, In sleep his mother's eyes doth hide ;— Where may Love seek a fitter shrine, Than thou—my own Fire-side
Seite 73 - LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst, far from Fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away,— 'Twixt book and lute, the hours divide ; And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee—my own Fire-side
Seite 75 - Shrine of my household deities ! Fair scene of home's unsullied joys ! To thee my burthened spirit flies, When fortune frowns, or care annoys: Thine is the bliss that never cloys; The smile whose truth hath oft been tried ;What, then, are this world's tinsel toys To thee—my own Fire-side!
Seite 75 - Oh, may the yearnings, fond and sweet. That bid my thoughts be all of thee. Thus ever guide my wandering feet To thy heart-soothing sanctuary! Whate'er my future years may be; Let joy or grief my fate betide; Be still an Eden bright to me
Seite 74 - What care I for the sullen roar Of winds without, that ravage earth ; It doth but bid me prize the more, The shelter of thy hallowed hearth;— To thoughts of quiet bliss give birth : Then let the churlish tempest chide, It cannot check the blameless mirth That glads—my own Fire-side!
Seite 73 - My own Fire-side! Those simple words. Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes! What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere abide, Haunt of my home-bred sympathies,
Seite 34 - from India's coral strand, Before the rushing blast, Had vailed her topsails to the sand, And bowed her noble mast. The queenly ship!—brave hearts had striven, And true ones died with her! We saw her mighty cable riven, Like floating gossamer! We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas, Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn,—
Seite 36 - midst that wild scene, Gleamed up the boy's dead face, Like Slumber's, trustingly serene, In melancholy grace. Deep in her bosom lay his head, With half-shut violet eye;— He had known little of her dread, Nought of her agony!
Seite 241 - THOU art a thing on our dreams to rise, 'Midst the echoes of long-lost melodies, And to fling bright dew from the morning back, Fair form, on each image of Childhood's track! Thou art a thing to recall the hours When the love of our souls was on leaves and flowers; When a world was our