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Page 37
... night , a scene so dreary and desolate . The affairs of the small household were all arranged for the night . The little rough poney that had drawn in a sledge , from the heart of the Black - Moss , the fuel by whose blaze the cotters ...
... night , a scene so dreary and desolate . The affairs of the small household were all arranged for the night . The little rough poney that had drawn in a sledge , from the heart of the Black - Moss , the fuel by whose blaze the cotters ...
Page 38
... night , a scene so dreary and desolate . The affairs of the small household were all arranged for the night . The little rough poney that had drawn in a sledge , from the heart of the Black - Moss , the fuel by whose blaze the cotters ...
... night , a scene so dreary and desolate . The affairs of the small household were all arranged for the night . The little rough poney that had drawn in a sledge , from the heart of the Black - Moss , the fuel by whose blaze the cotters ...
Page 38
... night they were , every mi- nute , expecting to hear at the latch the hand of their only daughter , a maiden of about fifteen years , who was at service with a farmer over the hills . This dutiful child was , as they knew , to bring ...
... night they were , every mi- nute , expecting to hear at the latch the hand of their only daughter , a maiden of about fifteen years , who was at service with a farmer over the hills . This dutiful child was , as they knew , to bring ...
Page 39
... night my heart warms toward her beyond usual . The moon and stars are at this moment looking down upon her , and she looking up to them , as she is glinting homewards over the snow . I wish she were but here , and taking the comb out of ...
... night my heart warms toward her beyond usual . The moon and stars are at this moment looking down upon her , and she looking up to them , as she is glinting homewards over the snow . I wish she were but here , and taking the comb out of ...
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... night begins to fall , For darkness shuts me out from all I saw before I feel not now The damp snow falling on my brow , And sure the cold has left this stone , Where I have sat so long alone . " Come , mother , come ! nor tarry longer ...
... night begins to fall , For darkness shuts me out from all I saw before I feel not now The damp snow falling on my brow , And sure the cold has left this stone , Where I have sat so long alone . " Come , mother , come ! nor tarry longer ...
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Page 166 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Page 149 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 166 - In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel...
Page 269 - The parties broke up without noise and without confusion. They were carried home by their own carriages; that is to say, by the vehicles Nature had provided them, excepting such of the wealthy as could afford to keep a wagon.
Page 436 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Page 269 - ... monkey divertisements of smart young gentlemen, with no brains at all. On the contrary, the young ladies seated themselves demurely in their rush-bottomed chairs, and knit their own woollen stockings; nor ever opened their lips, excepting to say yah Mynheer...
Page 202 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Page 141 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 75 - With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And. as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple...
Page 269 - The company being seated around the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in lanching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish — in much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes.