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... Play Since to My Lips Jonathan Moudiwort A Character Grandma's Team Among the Trees Fortune An Eastern Scene Toasts 111 Thomas Hood .. Joseph Hatton Lady Anne Barnard PAGE 133 133 · 134 140 Aaron Hill and Samuel Daniel 142 • James ...
... Play Since to My Lips Jonathan Moudiwort A Character Grandma's Team Among the Trees Fortune An Eastern Scene Toasts 111 Thomas Hood .. Joseph Hatton Lady Anne Barnard PAGE 133 133 · 134 140 Aaron Hill and Samuel Daniel 142 • James ...
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... PLAY AUTUMN THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . AMONG THE TREES J. Scalbert . 66 64 . J. Aviat . 66 84 · • F. de Vuillefroy 66 33 115 Lionel Royer 66 168 F. Jacobus du Chattel 66 239 HERMANN AND DOROTHEA . · W. von Kaulbach 66 278 . HIGHLAND MARY ...
... PLAY AUTUMN THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . AMONG THE TREES J. Scalbert . 66 64 . J. Aviat . 66 84 · • F. de Vuillefroy 66 33 115 Lionel Royer 66 168 F. Jacobus du Chattel 66 239 HERMANN AND DOROTHEA . · W. von Kaulbach 66 278 . HIGHLAND MARY ...
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... play wi ' ; an ' she'll sit and chatter to ' em as if they was alive . Eh , if it wasn't a sin to the lads to wish ' em made different , bless em ' , I should ha ' been glad for one of ' em to be a little gell ; and to think as I could ...
... play wi ' ; an ' she'll sit and chatter to ' em as if they was alive . Eh , if it wasn't a sin to the lads to wish ' em made different , bless em ' , I should ha ' been glad for one of ' em to be a little gell ; and to think as I could ...
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... play with infancy— Beneath that fresh and springing bower , Close by the lake she heard the moan Of one who at this silent hour , Had thither stolen to die alone - 1 Sonnini describes this beautiful bird . * This circumstance has been ...
... play with infancy— Beneath that fresh and springing bower , Close by the lake she heard the moan Of one who at this silent hour , Had thither stolen to die alone - 1 Sonnini describes this beautiful bird . * This circumstance has been ...
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... PLAY • ARTISTS . • E. Teschendorff Frontispiece M. Wood Page 21 AUTUMN · THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . AMONG THE TREES HERMANN AND DOROTHEA . HIGHLAND MARY . PROMETHEUS BOUND . J. Scalbert 66 64 • • • J. Aviat 66 84 • • • F. de Vuillefroy ...
... PLAY • ARTISTS . • E. Teschendorff Frontispiece M. Wood Page 21 AUTUMN · THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD . AMONG THE TREES HERMANN AND DOROTHEA . HIGHLAND MARY . PROMETHEUS BOUND . J. Scalbert 66 64 • • • J. Aviat 66 84 • • • F. de Vuillefroy ...
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Side 37 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Side 65 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Side 65 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet-song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible : the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony, are thine.
Side 37 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Side 105 - I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
Side 125 - But wit, abstracted from its effects upon the hearer, may be more rigorously and philosophically considered as a kind of discordia concors; a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike.
Side 37 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Side 92 - By a daisy whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed; Or a shady bush or tree She could more infuse in me, Than all nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Side 65 - Come to the bridal chamber, death ! Come to the mother when she feels For the first time her firstborn's breath ; — Come when the blessed seals Which close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke...
Side 62 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...