The Inn-keeper's AlbumM'Lean, 1823 - 429 halaman |
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Halaman 16
... rose withering in her cheek , he confided his cares to Mortimer , and mistook the compunctions of remorse for the ex- cess of sensibility . But the time was now ap- proaching , when he should return to his duties as an officer . A war ...
... rose withering in her cheek , he confided his cares to Mortimer , and mistook the compunctions of remorse for the ex- cess of sensibility . But the time was now ap- proaching , when he should return to his duties as an officer . A war ...
Halaman 28
... rose the dark blue hills from which she loved to gaze on the surrounding land- scape . As he surveyed these mute memorials of vanished happiness , a sigh , the herald of a broken heart , escaped him . De Voisin turned round at the noise ...
... rose the dark blue hills from which she loved to gaze on the surrounding land- scape . As he surveyed these mute memorials of vanished happiness , a sigh , the herald of a broken heart , escaped him . De Voisin turned round at the noise ...
Halaman 30
... rose was blooming on the sod , and a few withered leaves of a hanging cypress were strewed upon his grave . Never had I thought of the perfect wretchedness of vice till I looked on the narrow spot that enclosed the remains of the ...
... rose was blooming on the sod , and a few withered leaves of a hanging cypress were strewed upon his grave . Never had I thought of the perfect wretchedness of vice till I looked on the narrow spot that enclosed the remains of the ...
Halaman 33
... rose first awoke him to a sense of his own mortality ; and history tells us , that when Pelopidas paid a visit to the here of Mantinea , he found him seated in his garden , watching with intense interest , a solitary yellow leaf that ...
... rose first awoke him to a sense of his own mortality ; and history tells us , that when Pelopidas paid a visit to the here of Mantinea , he found him seated in his garden , watching with intense interest , a solitary yellow leaf that ...
Halaman 37
... rose of summer " has but lately withered , the landscape is wildly desolate . Mountains towering in chaotic confusion above mountains , sterile moors deprived of even the stinted clothing in which summer had robed them , are the sole ob ...
... rose of summer " has but lately withered , the landscape is wildly desolate . Mountains towering in chaotic confusion above mountains , sterile moors deprived of even the stinted clothing in which summer had robed them , are the sole ob ...
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Abbot amid appeared arms beautiful beheld Black Mountains breeze Cardigan Carmarthen Carrick Southey Castle cave character cloud coachman coracle cottage countenance dæmon dance Datchet dead death devil Devil's coach Ditton park Elinor exclaimed faint fancy father foresters gentleman girl Glendower gloom grave GRONGAR HILL hand happiness head heard heart heaven Hoel hour hurried instant Kenedy lady libertine light Llandilo Llangadock Llanwrda Llynn-y-Van looked Lord melan melancholy memory mind minstrel moon Morgan morning Mortimer mountain neighbourhood never night o'er once outlaw passed pericranium Phlegethon poet Red Lion replied repose Rosalie rose round ruin rushed scene seated sewen shouts sigh slumber smile Somerset soul South Wales spirit stood stranger Styx summer sweet tale Talley Tartarus thee THEODORE DUCAS thou thought thunder tion tomb twilight Twm John Catty village voice Wales wave Welch Wharton wild wind young youth
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Halaman xiv - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Halaman 123 - He shall not drop." said my uncle Toby, firmly. "A-well-o'day, do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point,; "the poor soul will die." "He shall not die, by G— !" cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in, and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
Halaman 339 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Halaman 346 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Halaman 102 - Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Halaman 180 - It ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, which delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
Halaman 102 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Halaman 164 - Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times and other men can do justice to my character. When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then...
Halaman 157 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Halaman 164 - Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times and other men can do justice to my character.