The Winter's WreathG.B. Whittaker, 1829 A collection of original contributions in prose and verse. |
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... spirit's bondage could not break . - And evening , when with languor sweet , Its dimness o'er his senses came ; And he beheld the Sun retreat , In one rich cloudless sea of flame : - Alas ! amidst that splendid hour , He could not speak ...
... spirit's bondage could not break . - And evening , when with languor sweet , Its dimness o'er his senses came ; And he beheld the Sun retreat , In one rich cloudless sea of flame : - Alas ! amidst that splendid hour , He could not speak ...
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... he was no longer its dupe , but its tyrant . The freshness of his spirit had faded with the bloom of his cheek ; and he was - a man without a heart ! The family seat of Sir Arthur Ellington was an ancient FASHIONABLE LIFE . 11.
... he was no longer its dupe , but its tyrant . The freshness of his spirit had faded with the bloom of his cheek ; and he was - a man without a heart ! The family seat of Sir Arthur Ellington was an ancient FASHIONABLE LIFE . 11.
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... spirit mingles with thine own , And whispers in a soft low tone , This dark and silent hour with thee ! On leaving Speke Hall . IN THE AUTUMN OF 1807 . J. R. V. FAR , far from these woodlands - far , far from this shore , I wander and ...
... spirit mingles with thine own , And whispers in a soft low tone , This dark and silent hour with thee ! On leaving Speke Hall . IN THE AUTUMN OF 1807 . J. R. V. FAR , far from these woodlands - far , far from this shore , I wander and ...
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... spirit when a child , Than all Ausonia's melody . Thine is my wish — my hope — my fear— Thine is the shelter that I crave ! Living - thy land is more than dear ; And dying - it shall be my grave ! J. C. Sonnet . THE unwearied moments ...
... spirit when a child , Than all Ausonia's melody . Thine is my wish — my hope — my fear— Thine is the shelter that I crave ! Living - thy land is more than dear ; And dying - it shall be my grave ! J. C. Sonnet . THE unwearied moments ...
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... spirit shone with living light ; Far , far , beyond the narrow bounds of art , Her's was the very beauty of the heart ; Beauty that must be loved - The weeping child , Home - sick and sad , has gazed on her , and smiled , Has heard her ...
... spirit shone with living light ; Far , far , beyond the narrow bounds of art , Her's was the very beauty of the heart ; Beauty that must be loved - The weeping child , Home - sick and sad , has gazed on her , and smiled , Has heard her ...
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Adèle amongst arms Azel beautiful beneath Bocage bosom breath breeze bright brow cast castle charms child clouds Collenuccio Countess of Bedford dark death deep delight dream Druids earth Emilie Emilie's fair faith fate fear feelings flowers Fougère gazed Giovanni Sforza glance hand hast hath heard heart heaven hope hour JOHN BOWRING La Luzerne Lady Anne land leave light live LLYWARCH HEN look Lord Lord Russell Luzerne Marquise MARY MARY HOWITT Mary Robinson Mattithiah Meleager mind morning nature never night noble o'er passed Pesaro prayer scene seemed shade shore sigh silence sleep smiles soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit Standfast stood sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tion trees trembling turned Valençay vessel voice wander waves whilst wild wild turkeys woods words Yorkshire Wolds young youth Zemira
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Side 258 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.
Side 396 - MOUNTAIN CHILDREN. Dwellers by lake and hill, Merry companions of the bird and bee, Go gladly forth and drink of joy your fill, With unconstrained step and spirit free. No crowd impedes your way, No city wall proscribes your further bounds ; Where the wild flocks can wander, ye may stray The long day through, mid summer sights and sounds.
Side 127 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Side 130 - Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears, My faith discerns a dawn of grace ; The Sun of Righteousness appears In Jesus
Side 127 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Side 129 - 11 look, — and look again! 343. 1 I LEFT the God of truth and light ; I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night, And perish in the snares of death ! 2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke Was light and easy to be borne : Through all his bonds of love I broke ; I cast away his gifts with scorn ! 3 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down, Where shall the chief of sinners fly, Almighty Vengeance!
Side 371 - Wanting the form, the smile, now veiled with dust, The light departed with our loveliest face. Yet from thy bonds our sorrow's hope is free — We have but lent the beautiful to thee. But thou, O Heaven ! keep, keep what thou hast taken, And with our treasure keep our hearts on high ; The spirit meek, and yet by pain unshaken, The faith, the love, the lofty constancy — Guide us where these are with our sister flown — They were of Thee, and thou hast claimed thine own ! THE SOUND OF THE SEA.
Side 338 - She passed away, like morning dew, Before the sun was high, So brief her time, she scarcely knew, The meaning of a sigh. As round the rose its soft perfume, Sweet love around her floated ; Admired she grew — while mortal doom Crept on, unfear'd, unnoted. Love was her guardian Angel here, But love to death resign'd her, Tho' love was kind, why should we fear, But holy death is kinder ? FRAGMENT.
Side 338 - AH — well it is — since she is gone, She can return no more, To see the face so dim and wan, That was so warm before. Familiar things would all seem strange, And pleasure past be woe ; A record sad of ceaseless change, Is all the world below. The very hills, they are not now, The hills which once they were, They change as we are changed, or how Could we the burden bear ? Ye deem the dead are ashy pale, Cold denizens of gloom — But what are ye, who live to...
Side 43 - RACE, a race on earth we run ; And hold a prize in view, More bright than if we chased the sun Through heaven's eternal blue. Changes we prove, and vanish soon ; Changes from youth to age. Silent as those that shape the moon.