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... rounded him with tenderness ; and his fevered temples and flushed cheek felt the refreshing winds of his birth - place playing over them ; but this excitement only wasted the little strength that remained , and in a few weeks his ...
... rounded him with tenderness ; and his fevered temples and flushed cheek felt the refreshing winds of his birth - place playing over them ; but this excitement only wasted the little strength that remained , and in a few weeks his ...
Page 43
... round arm and tapering fingers were models of beauty . Antonio's gaze was rivetted on her as she walked up the long room , and as she passed 1 him , she unveiled the full loveliness of those deep THE POET'S Daughter . 43.
... round arm and tapering fingers were models of beauty . Antonio's gaze was rivetted on her as she walked up the long room , and as she passed 1 him , she unveiled the full loveliness of those deep THE POET'S Daughter . 43.
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... sing to , the Princess M's fairy daughter , and smile brightly as the child wound her long sunny ringlets round its little fingers and plaved with her jewelled hands ; sometimes she would flutter about the THE POET'S DAUGHTER . 47.
... sing to , the Princess M's fairy daughter , and smile brightly as the child wound her long sunny ringlets round its little fingers and plaved with her jewelled hands ; sometimes she would flutter about the THE POET'S DAUGHTER . 47.
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... round shoulders in fondness . Then , how beautiful did it look in its rosy rest , the fairy form reposing in the little cot , the miniature hand placed under the delicate cheek , the long lashes bedewed with the tear shed on the ...
... round shoulders in fondness . Then , how beautiful did it look in its rosy rest , the fairy form reposing in the little cot , the miniature hand placed under the delicate cheek , the long lashes bedewed with the tear shed on the ...
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... round , That weeps beneath a darkened brow ; When with our whole , young , happy hearts , We loved and laughed away the time , Nor thought how quickly all departs , So cherished in life's early prime . Long long ago ! ' ! " Geraldine ...
... round , That weeps beneath a darkened brow ; When with our whole , young , happy hearts , We loved and laughed away the time , Nor thought how quickly all departs , So cherished in life's early prime . Long long ago ! ' ! " Geraldine ...
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Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...