Gems of Literature, Or Tales for All Times: Being a Selection from the Most Admired WritersJ. Robertson, 1840 |
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... Trinity College Cambridge , Good Night , Kate Connor , A Thought , The Dead Man's Moan , The Two Sisters , Lines Written in Sickness , 96 106 ib . 107 114 115 129 130 - 131 141 142 iv CONTENTS . Pag Story of the Young Robber ,
... Trinity College Cambridge , Good Night , Kate Connor , A Thought , The Dead Man's Moan , The Two Sisters , Lines Written in Sickness , 96 106 ib . 107 114 115 129 130 - 131 141 142 iv CONTENTS . Pag Story of the Young Robber ,
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... Sister Kate , - 143 154 156 Written Beneath a Picture , 176 Stanzas , 177 The Deaf Postilion , 178 The Last Song , 184 Reverses , The Sleeping Beauty , 185 213 A Recollection , 214 The Soldier's Wife , 215 From the German of Burger ...
... Sister Kate , - 143 154 156 Written Beneath a Picture , 176 Stanzas , 177 The Deaf Postilion , 178 The Last Song , 184 Reverses , The Sleeping Beauty , 185 213 A Recollection , 214 The Soldier's Wife , 215 From the German of Burger ...
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... sister ; nor can I ever be so happy in this world as to forget him . Tell me , my friend , why are you here ? and why is your sweet face so ghastly ? " The heart of this unexpected visiter died within her at these kind and affectionate ...
... sister ; nor can I ever be so happy in this world as to forget him . Tell me , my friend , why are you here ? and why is your sweet face so ghastly ? " The heart of this unexpected visiter died within her at these kind and affectionate ...
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... heaven frae the healthy plain , And see the wee stars as they blithesomely blink , And hear the sweet voice o ' a friend again . THE TWO SISTERS . THE pretty square farm - house THE DEAD MAN'S MOAN . The Dead Man's Moan,
... heaven frae the healthy plain , And see the wee stars as they blithesomely blink , And hear the sweet voice o ' a friend again . THE TWO SISTERS . THE pretty square farm - house THE DEAD MAN'S MOAN . The Dead Man's Moan,
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... goes right in his great farm . His crops are the best in the parish ; his hay is never spoiled ; his cattle never die ; his servants never thieve ; his children are never ill . He buys cheap and sells dear ; money The Two Sisters,
... goes right in his great farm . His crops are the best in the parish ; his hay is never spoiled ; his cattle never die ; his servants never thieve ; his children are never ill . He buys cheap and sells dear ; money The Two Sisters,
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Page 141 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 222 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Page 177 - To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this ! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Page 177 - WHEN we two parted . In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew...
Page 42 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount and stream and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight: Where are those dreamers now?
Page 85 - Dhas went down like a lump o' lead afore we wor many sthrokes o' the oar away from her. " Well, we dhrifted away all that night, and next mornin...
Page 21 - Twas morning's winged dream ; 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Page 177 - And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Page 87 - Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld — well, at the brake o' day the sun riz most beautiful out o' the waves, that was as bright as silver and as clear as cryshthal. But it was only the more crule upon uz, for we wor beginnin...
Page 238 - I'm weary and must sleep ! Who was it called my name ? — Nay, do not weep. You'll all come soon !" Morning spread over earth her rosy wings — And that meek sufferer, cold and ivory pale, Lay on his couch asleep ! The gentle air Came through the open window, freighted with The...