The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and Curiosities, and Containing the Choice and Beautiful Productions of Many of the Most Popular Writers of the Past and Present Age ...Leavitt & Allen, 1845 - 600ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... leaves . Though sleep had done much to refresh my frame , some- thing more was still wanting to restore its strength ... leaf , to keep it cool . Having done justice to these dainties , it was with pleasure I heard the proposal of the ...
... leaves . Though sleep had done much to refresh my frame , some- thing more was still wanting to restore its strength ... leaf , to keep it cool . Having done justice to these dainties , it was with pleasure I heard the proposal of the ...
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... leaves ; and the white heron , which had been roosting all night in some date - tree , now stood sunning its wings upon the green bank , or floated , like living silver , over the flood . The flowers , too , oth of land and water ...
... leaves ; and the white heron , which had been roosting all night in some date - tree , now stood sunning its wings upon the green bank , or floated , like living silver , over the flood . The flowers , too , oth of land and water ...
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... leaf caught is eye . They were few - but contained , most probably , the ast wishes of the dying Theora ; for , as he read ... leaves , and may the consciousness of having protected the crphan sweeten thy sleep ! " I felt how dearly this ...
... leaf caught is eye . They were few - but contained , most probably , the ast wishes of the dying Theora ; for , as he read ... leaves , and may the consciousness of having protected the crphan sweeten thy sleep ! " I felt how dearly this ...
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... leaves - oh , joy and surprise - lay the well- own cross of Alethe ! into a bower . She had here reminded me , by this sacred memorial , of the vow which I had pledged to her under the Hermit's rock ; and I now scrupled not to reiterate ...
... leaves - oh , joy and surprise - lay the well- own cross of Alethe ! into a bower . She had here reminded me , by this sacred memorial , of the vow which I had pledged to her under the Hermit's rock ; and I now scrupled not to reiterate ...
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... leaves of Henna , to imbue The fingers ' ends with a bright roseate hue , ¢Ó So bright , that in the mirror's depth they seem Like tips of coral branches in the stream ; And others mix the Kohol's jetty dye , To give that long , dark ...
... leaves of Henna , to imbue The fingers ' ends with a bright roseate hue , ¢Ó So bright , that in the mirror's depth they seem Like tips of coral branches in the stream ; And others mix the Kohol's jetty dye , To give that long , dark ...
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312 ÆäÀÌÁö - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired...
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, , To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain...
346 ÆäÀÌÁö - It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.