The English Annual for ...E. Bull, 1837 |
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... dear , " cried he , " what do I not owe you ! but for you it had been all over with me . My wife , my little ones , must thank you . " " Ma foi ! it is not worth mentioning . Would you have had me stand by and see you drown yourself ...
... dear , " cried he , " what do I not owe you ! but for you it had been all over with me . My wife , my little ones , must thank you . " " Ma foi ! it is not worth mentioning . Would you have had me stand by and see you drown yourself ...
الصفحة 42
... dear native melodies float o'er the green , And waken the echoes around ; - The lark stops his note as he soars to the sun ; The herds from their pastures disportingly run ; Nature's impulses all seem to merge into one At the sweet ...
... dear native melodies float o'er the green , And waken the echoes around ; - The lark stops his note as he soars to the sun ; The herds from their pastures disportingly run ; Nature's impulses all seem to merge into one At the sweet ...
الصفحة 45
... dear and sisters three Eclipse the brightest fairy ; Their human looks he'd rather see , And talk and sing with Mary , Than dwell within that magic place , With all its glittering beauty , — An alien from his home and race , And lost to ...
... dear and sisters three Eclipse the brightest fairy ; Their human looks he'd rather see , And talk and sing with Mary , Than dwell within that magic place , With all its glittering beauty , — An alien from his home and race , And lost to ...
الصفحة 53
... dear sir , for permitting you to be a moment alone , " said Walstein , with an in- gratiating smile . " Solitude , in such a scene , is not very wearisome , " replied the physician . " There are great changes in this mansion since the ...
... dear sir , for permitting you to be a moment alone , " said Walstein , with an in- gratiating smile . " Solitude , in such a scene , is not very wearisome , " replied the physician . " There are great changes in this mansion since the ...
الصفحة 55
... dear Doctor , " said Walstein , " you will think that you have discovered the cause of my disorder . But perhaps you will only mistake an effect for a cause . " " " Do you read ? " " " I have lost the faculty of reading : early in life ...
... dear Doctor , " said Walstein , " you will think that you have discovered the cause of my disorder . But perhaps you will only mistake an effect for a cause . " " " Do you read ? " " " I have lost the faculty of reading : early in life ...
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الصفحة 81 - THOU unrelenting Past ! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age, that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound.
الصفحة 292 - Clarens! sweet Clarens, birth-place of deep Love! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought; Thy trees take root in Love; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought S1 By rays which sleep there lovingly...
الصفحة 82 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 84 - Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around ; When even the deep blue Heavens look glad, And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground.
الصفحة 318 - Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage, Surrey, the Granville of a former age : Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance...
الصفحة 82 - Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet, Smiles, radiant long ago, And features, the great soul's apparent seat. All shall come back; each tie Of pure affection shall be knit again; Alone shall Evil die, And Sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign.
الصفحة 84 - There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, And the gossip of swallows through all the sky; The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den, And the wilding bee hums merrily by. The clouds are at play in the azure space, And their shadows at play on the bright green vale, And here they stretch to the frolic chase, And there they roll on the easy gale. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower...
الصفحة 84 - The clouds are at play in the azure space, And their shadows at play on the bright green vale, And here they stretch to the frolic chase, And there they roll on the easy gale. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
الصفحة 83 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The desert and illimitable air— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.