A Tour in Teesdale; Including Rokeby, Raby, &c

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עמוד 76 - Fast-falling o'er the primrose pale, So morning dews appear. But oh! his sister's jealous care, A cruel sister she ! Forbade what Emma came to say; "My Edwin, live for me!
עמוד 75 - What happy hours of home-felt bliss Did love on both bestow! But bliss too mighty long to last, Where fortune proves a foe. His sister , who , like envy form'd, Like her in mischief joy'd, To work them harm , with wicked skill, Each darker art employ'd.
עמוד 19 - That then, if ever, Colin, thy fond hand Did steep its pencil in the well-fount clear Of true simplicity ; and "call'd in Art Only to second Nature, and supply All that the nymph forgot, or left forlorn.
עמוד 75 - Edwin's gentle heart a war Of differing passions strove : His heart, that durst not disobey, Yet could not cease to love. Deny'd her sight, he oft behind The spreading hawthorn crept, To snatch a glance, to mark the spot Where Emma walk'd and wept. Oft, too, on Stanmore's wintry waste, Beneath the moonlight shade, In sighs to pour his soften'd soul, The midnight mourner stray'd.
עמוד 77 - ... sound. Alone, appall'd, thus had she pass'd The visionary vale — When lo ! the death-bell smote her ear, Sad sounding in the gale ! Just then she reach'd, with trembling step, Her aged mother's door — " He 's gone ! '' she cried ; " and I shall see That angel-face no more. " I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my side" — From her white arm down sunk her head ; She shivering sigh'd, and died.
עמוד 21 - Dart their white heads, and glitter through the gloom. More happy still, if one superior rock Bear on its brow the shiver'd fragment huge Of some old Norman fortress ; happier far, Ah, then most happy, if thy vale below Wash, with the crystal coolness of its rills, Some mouldering abbey's ivy-vested wall.
עמוד 74 - To see her blest, and die. The softest blush that Nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek : Such orient colour smiles through Heaven, When vernal mornings break. Nor let the pride of great ones scorn This charmer of the plains : That Sun, who bids their diamonds blaze, To paint our lily deigns.
עמוד 77 - But oh ! his sister's jealous care, A cruel sister she ! Forbade what Emma came to say, —
עמוד 20 - Led by the worst of guides, fell Tyranny, And ruthless Superstition, we now trace Her footsteps with delight; and pleas'd revere What once had rous'd our hatred.
עמוד 76 - Tis pass'd (he cried) — but if your souls Sweet mercy yet can move, Let these dim eyes once more behold What they must ever love.

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