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 עמודים |
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עמוד 38
... breath was upon his lips - she bent yet lower , and her mouth rested upon his as gently as the rosy morning alights up- on the hill . He could not restrain himself longer ; he threw his arms around her , and she sank upon her knees with ...
... breath was upon his lips - she bent yet lower , and her mouth rested upon his as gently as the rosy morning alights up- on the hill . He could not restrain himself longer ; he threw his arms around her , and she sank upon her knees with ...
עמוד 95
... breath in every breeze . The idea should not be entertained , that af- ter having given life to men , God concerns himself no more with his creatures ; but rather that through his special interference is it that breath follows breath ...
... breath in every breeze . The idea should not be entertained , that af- ter having given life to men , God concerns himself no more with his creatures ; but rather that through his special interference is it that breath follows breath ...
עמוד 104
... breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! — But lost , inflamed , -- a restless zeal took place Of the ... breathing bliss , The nightingale , To the dim charnel - house ; -through all its steams Of damp and death , led nly ...
... breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! — But lost , inflamed , -- a restless zeal took place Of the ... breathing bliss , The nightingale , To the dim charnel - house ; -through all its steams Of damp and death , led nly ...
עמוד 117
... breath , " They've been my dupes , and shall be even in death " Thou seest yon cistern in the shade - ' tis fill'd " With burning drugs , for this last hour distill'd : - * " There will I plunge me in that liquid flame- " Fit bath to ...
... breath , " They've been my dupes , and shall be even in death " Thou seest yon cistern in the shade - ' tis fill'd " With burning drugs , for this last hour distill'd : - * " There will I plunge me in that liquid flame- " Fit bath to ...
עמוד 136
... breathing world's extent There was but one such voice for her , So kind , so soft , so eloquent ! Oh , sooner shall ... breath of the beloved one ! Though blest , ' mid all her ills , to think She has that one beloved near , Whose smile ...
... breathing world's extent There was but one such voice for her , So kind , so soft , so eloquent ! Oh , sooner shall ... breath of the beloved one ! Though blest , ' mid all her ills , to think She has that one beloved near , Whose smile ...
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Alethe Anacreon beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning charm cheek clouds cold Cupid dark dear death deep dream earth Epicurean ev'n eyes fair fancy fear feel felt flame flowers fond Froben gaze glory grace hand happy hath heard heart heaven hope hour Jack Richards Javan kiss LALLA ROOKH light lips live lonely look Love's lover lute lyre maid moon morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain pale passion Persian rapture rill rose round scene seemed shade shine shone sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stood sunny sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Twas Twill veil voice wave weep wild wind wings woman words young youth
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עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.