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... to his lagging ambition ; and by swift degrees the crimson blood receded from his cheek , and the deep lines that belong not to careless youth , were traced on his brow and round his anxious eyes , and 20 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... to his lagging ambition ; and by swift degrees the crimson blood receded from his cheek , and the deep lines that belong not to careless youth , were traced on his brow and round his anxious eyes , and 20 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
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... cheek , and the elasticity of youth to his manly form , and their habita- tion , under his directing taste , grew into luxuri- ant beauty . Their happiness was at length crowned by the birth of a lovely boy , with his father's dark ...
... cheek , and the elasticity of youth to his manly form , and their habita- tion , under his directing taste , grew into luxuri- ant beauty . Their happiness was at length crowned by the birth of a lovely boy , with his father's dark ...
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... sparkling laugh- ter , but they were ever wild and strange - her transparent cheek knew no tinge of the rose , save when she suddenly encountered one she un- loved , then would the crimson blood flush , 24 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... sparkling laugh- ter , but they were ever wild and strange - her transparent cheek knew no tinge of the rose , save when she suddenly encountered one she un- loved , then would the crimson blood flush , 24 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
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... cheek glowed with a scarlet flush , her bright eyes glared with more than usual brightness -- then all faded and she was gone . Scarcely was her loved form laid in the cold grave , when Alfonso sickened and drooped . For the first time ...
... cheek glowed with a scarlet flush , her bright eyes glared with more than usual brightness -- then all faded and she was gone . Scarcely was her loved form laid in the cold grave , when Alfonso sickened and drooped . For the first time ...
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... cheek of the young poet . He drew from Antonio the history of his recent losses , his yearning ambition and his late mortifications , all of which were told in the simple and energetic language of true feeling . The 36 THE POET's daughter .
... cheek of the young poet . He drew from Antonio the history of his recent losses , his yearning ambition and his late mortifications , all of which were told in the simple and energetic language of true feeling . The 36 THE POET's daughter .
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admiration affection agony Annesly Antonio appearance arms beautiful beloved Bently bewitching blessed bosom bright bright eyes calm carriage Catherine Brand Cellini charm cheek cheerful Chiara cold contemplated cottage countenance creature dark daughter dear death deep delight Derby dreams emotion expression eyes face fair father fearful feelings felt Florence gazed Genoa gentle George Dallas Geraldine girl glance Grantly grief hand happiness heart heaven Henry Emmerson hope hour husband Jessy Jessy's John Lady Sedley length lips listened look Louisa Malès manner melan mind morning mother nature ness never night noble passed peace poor prayed racter returned scarce scene Sedley's sight silence Sir Edward St Sir Herbert Sedley smile soft soon soothing sorrow soul spirit stood strove suddenly sweet tears tenderness Teresa THOMAS CURSON HANSARD thought tion told tones turned uncon unhappy voice whilst wife woman words young youth
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Side 278 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Side 265 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Side 182 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Side 262 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Side 147 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Side 19 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Side 91 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Side 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Side 182 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Side 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...