The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. WattsAlaric Alexander Watts 1833 |
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... Comhal , had you known the many causes I have to love him better , and trust him more completely , than I can do the greater part of the human race . He has been my playfellow first , and then my friend , since I was twelve years old ...
... Comhal , had you known the many causes I have to love him better , and trust him more completely , than I can do the greater part of the human race . He has been my playfellow first , and then my friend , since I was twelve years old ...
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... Comhal had followed us . He is old and grey now ; but at that time he was a young dog , scarce come to his full growth , and he frolicked after us wherever we went . Phemy was a light , heedless little creature ; her foot slipped in ...
... Comhal had followed us . He is old and grey now ; but at that time he was a young dog , scarce come to his full growth , and he frolicked after us wherever we went . Phemy was a light , heedless little creature ; her foot slipped in ...
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... Comhal no sooner saw her sink than he plunged in after her , and in three minutes time , not longer , he was scrambling up the bank , holding the skirt of her dress firmly between his teeth . Ah ! -blessings on him ! -I had always liked ...
... Comhal no sooner saw her sink than he plunged in after her , and in three minutes time , not longer , he was scrambling up the bank , holding the skirt of her dress firmly between his teeth . Ah ! -blessings on him ! -I had always liked ...
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... Comhal , I doubt not , would have shared the fate of other dependents , but that was the only point on which she had found my father inflexible . My mother had been fond of Comhal ; - and although he permitted his second wife to ...
... Comhal , I doubt not , would have shared the fate of other dependents , but that was the only point on which she had found my father inflexible . My mother had been fond of Comhal ; - and although he permitted his second wife to ...
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... Comhal detested Wardlaw : he used to erect the hair on his back , and utter a low growl whenever the fellow came near him . I loved him better , if possible , for this proof of sagacity . That winter , when I returned to Edinburgh , I ...
... Comhal detested Wardlaw : he used to erect the hair on his back , and utter a low growl whenever the fellow came near him . I loved him better , if possible , for this proof of sagacity . That winter , when I returned to Edinburgh , I ...
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Página 54 - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
Página xv - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight; 5 While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Página 57 - Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, For thy rod and thy staff they comfort me And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Página 37 - Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom, For sportive youth to stray in ; For manhood to enjoy his strength ; And age to wear away in...
Página 252 - To guide the pious tenor of my lay. The muses (sacred by their gifts divine) In early days did to my wondering sense Their secrets oft reveal : oft my rais'd ear In slumber felt their music : oft at noon Or hour of sunset, by some lonely stream, In field or shady grove, they taught me words Of power from death and envy to preserve The good man's name.
Página 251 - Of ancient Time; and haply, while he scans The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures. Pan commands, Oft as the Delian king with...
Página 18 - The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow...
Página 102 - As the morning star was fair ; She was clothed in a robe of shadowy light, And veiled by her golden hair. They made me king of the Fairy Isles, That lie in the golden mist, Where the coral rocks and the silvery sand By singing waves are kissed. Far off, in the ocean solitudes They lie, a glorious seven ; Like a beautiful group of sister stars, In the untraced heights of heaven : For the mariner sails them round about, But he comes them not anigh ; They are hid far off, in a secret place Of the sea's...
Página 252 - His footsteps ; and with your unsullied streams His lips will bathe : whether the eternal lore Of Themis, or the majesty of Jove, To mortals he reveal ; or teach his lyre The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils, In those unfading islands of the blessed, Where sacred bards abide.
Página 101 - Tis well that ye should hear. I dwelt in a hall of silvery pearl, With rainbow light inlaid ; I sate on a throne, as old as the sea, Of the ruby coral made. The old carbuncle lit the dome, Where I was sworn a king ; And my crown was wrought of the pale sea gold, And so was my fairy ring. And she who was set on my right hand, As the morning star was fair ; She was clothed in a robe of shadowy light. And veiled by her golden hair. They made me king of the Fairy Isles That lie in the golden mist, Where...