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Side vi
... passes much of his time in retirement at his cottage near Devizes , diversified by occasional visits to London . To complete this picture of domestic happiness , he is the father of several lovely children , on whose education he ...
... passes much of his time in retirement at his cottage near Devizes , diversified by occasional visits to London . To complete this picture of domestic happiness , he is the father of several lovely children , on whose education he ...
Side ix
... pass with delight to dwell upon the living poets of our own land ; -the dramatic powers of a Maturin and a Sheil , the former consecrated by the applause of a Scott and a Byron , and the latter by the tears of some of the brightest eyes ...
... pass with delight to dwell upon the living poets of our own land ; -the dramatic powers of a Maturin and a Sheil , the former consecrated by the applause of a Scott and a Byron , and the latter by the tears of some of the brightest eyes ...
Side xvi
... pass , that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair ; and they took them wives of all which they chose . » The two poets presumed that the Sons of God were angels , which opinion is also entertained by some of the ...
... pass , that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair ; and they took them wives of all which they chose . » The two poets presumed that the Sons of God were angels , which opinion is also entertained by some of the ...
Side xlii
... pass on to the end of the stream of time . Without such a connexion as this with the national music of Scotland , it seems to us , that Allan Ramsay's literary exist- ence must have terminated its earthly career long since ; but , in ...
... pass on to the end of the stream of time . Without such a connexion as this with the national music of Scotland , it seems to us , that Allan Ramsay's literary exist- ence must have terminated its earthly career long since ; but , in ...
Side xliv
... pass to some interesting accounts of the Bards of the « olden time , " which come within the scope of our subject when speaking of the present Bard of Erin , and his « Irish Melodies . » " Dr Burney observes , that the first Greek ...
... pass to some interesting accounts of the Bards of the « olden time , " which come within the scope of our subject when speaking of the present Bard of Erin , and his « Irish Melodies . » " Dr Burney observes , that the first Greek ...
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Side 299 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships, that have gone down at sea, When Heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 66 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEER.
Side 65 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER...
Side 154 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath daybeam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that...
Side xxxix - Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention, And fell Charybdis...
Side 133 - PARADISE AND THE PERI. ONE morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood, disconsolate ; And as she listened to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing, And caught the light upon her wings Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place !
Side 147 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! • Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart...
Side 157 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ?
Side 156 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
Side 139 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand Alone beside his native river. The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the conqueror, "live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear!