The Youth and Manhood of Cyril Thornton, المجلد 1Wells and Lilly, 1827 - 246 من الصفحات |
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... eyes , and at whose approach , perhaps , they ever brightened , shall meet them no more - that he is gone to a far distant land , from which he never will return . He knows this , and he knows , likewise , that this is not all . There ...
... eyes , and at whose approach , perhaps , they ever brightened , shall meet them no more - that he is gone to a far distant land , from which he never will return . He knows this , and he knows , likewise , that this is not all . There ...
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... eye , thy ponderous alacrity of motion , the jest that circulated with the tankard , the hospitable jocularity that gave , like nutmeg , a racy flavour to its contents ? These , alas , were gone too . Since that sad period , thine eye ...
... eye , thy ponderous alacrity of motion , the jest that circulated with the tankard , the hospitable jocularity that gave , like nutmeg , a racy flavour to its contents ? These , alas , were gone too . Since that sad period , thine eye ...
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... eye bright- ened at his approach , I felt that mine was regarded with indifference . I had not , like him , the innate and spontaneous power to conciliate attachment ; and , in the little circle of my playmates , I knew that my absence ...
... eye bright- ened at his approach , I felt that mine was regarded with indifference . I had not , like him , the innate and spontaneous power to conciliate attachment ; and , in the little circle of my playmates , I knew that my absence ...
الصفحة 21
... was still a gurgling in his throat , and a slight quivering in his limbs , that showed life was not yet extinct . His eyes were fixed and lustreless . O God ! how did - the iron enter into my soul , as I gazed CYRIL THORNTON . 21.
... was still a gurgling in his throat , and a slight quivering in his limbs , that showed life was not yet extinct . His eyes were fixed and lustreless . O God ! how did - the iron enter into my soul , as I gazed CYRIL THORNTON . 21.
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... eyes , and crawling things defiled me with their slime . Then peals of wild and horrid laughter sounded in my ears , and I saw my brother's face all ghastly and grinning , and he called me murderer and fratricide . Worn out as I was I ...
... eyes , and crawling things defiled me with their slime . Then peals of wild and horrid laughter sounded in my ears , and I saw my brother's face all ghastly and grinning , and he called me murderer and fratricide . Worn out as I was I ...
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الصفحة 26 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 12 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
الصفحة 202 - And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again, And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain. But, when I speak, thou dost not say What thou ne'er leftst unsaid, And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary!
الصفحة 27 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
الصفحة 54 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown."— "Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest!
الصفحة 112 - No check, no stay, this Streamlet fears ; How merrily it goes ! 'Twill murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows.
الصفحة 112 - For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay ; And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
الصفحة 215 - She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things.