The Esquimaux; or, Fidelity, 3 vols

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Halaman 177 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Halaman 177 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Halaman 239 - From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings From innermost shrines, came the light of her feelings ! Then her mirth — oh ! 'twas sportive as ever took wing From the heart with a burst like the wild-bird in spring ; — Illumed by a wit that would fascinate sages, Yet playful as Peris...
Halaman 120 - Here youth's free spirit, innocently gay, Enjoy'd the most that innocence can give ; Those wholesome sweets that border Virtue's way ; Those cooling fruits, that we may taste and live. Their...
Halaman 28 - Ye sportive elves ! as faithful I relate The' intrusted mandates of your fairy state, Visit these wilds again with nightly care; So shall my kine, of all the herd, repair In healthful plight to fill the copious pail ; My sheep lie pent with safety in the dale ; My poultry fear no robber in the roost ; My linen more than common whiteness boast : Let order, peace, and housewifery, be mine ; Shenstone ! be fancy, fame, and fortune, thine ! COTSWOULDIA.
Halaman 51 - One of those islanders, having been prevailed with to visit the greatest trailing town in North Britain, was infinitely astonished at the length of the voyage, and at the mighty kingdoms, for such he reckoned the larger isles, by which they sailed.
Halaman 80 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love!

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