The Little Wife: And the Baronet's Daughters ...

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Seite 185 - With thee conversing, I forget all time ; All seasons, and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Seite 158 - Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets, hail ! Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks ! Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep ! Delicious is your shelter to the soul, As to the hunted hart the sallying spring...
Seite 208 - tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Seite 186 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor...
Seite 185 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams...
Seite 87 - The first-lit star of summer even Springs not so softly on the eye, Nor grows, with watching, half so bright, Nor 'mid its sisters of the sky, So seems of heaven the dearest light — Men murmur, where that face is seen, My youth's angelic dream was of that look and mien. Yet though we deem the stars are blest, And envy, in our grief, the flower That bears but sweetness in its breast, And fear th...
Seite 58 - On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth, And fiery vehemence of youth ; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare, The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, Of hasty love, or headlong ire.
Seite 292 - Her large dark eyes, of changing light, the willing smile that played, In dimpling sweetness, round a mouth Expression's self had made ! And light alike of heart and step, she bounded on her way, Nor dreamed" the flowers that round her bloomed would ever know decay ; — She had no winter in her note, but evermore would sing (What darker season had she proved?) of spring — of only spring ! Alas, alas!
Seite 250 - O'er thy lost treasure still in silence grieve ; But never to the unfeeling ear complain : From fruitless struggles dearly bought refrain ! Submit at once, — the bitter task resign, Nor watch and fan the expiring flame in vain ; Patience, consoling maid, may yet be thine, Go seek her quiet cell, and hear her voice divine...
Seite 136 - He would return. With the next morning's sun Lord Arnold led his vassals to the war, And Adeline was left to solitude — The worst of solitude, of home and heart. If I must part from those whom I have loved, Let me, too, part from where they were...

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