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Admiral ALFRED TENNYSON Barber battledore battledore and shuttlecock beautiful better blush Bridge of Sighs brielle carriage chapel Charlie Godfrey Charlie's child Cissy Cissy's colour countenance cousin dear delight door drawing-room dream Edgecumbe elle's Euphrosyne Eversfield exclaimed eyes face fancy Farnley father feel felt followed Gabri Gabrielle Gabrielle's girl glad glanced gone half hand happy hear heard heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honour Ianthe inquired James crossed James Gordon James's kind Lady Louisa laugh look Lorton luncheon Marian Meddiscombe mind Minnesinger Miss Featherstone Miss Gordon Miss Reinheldt Miss Wynn morning Morris never paused Perhaps pony poor pretty Rectory replied rest Rotherbridge seat side silent singing smile spoke stood strange sure talk tell Thank thing thought tired told tone trees turned uncon voice walk WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wish young
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Էջ 148 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Էջ 22 - The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
Էջ 133 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street And open fields and we not see't ? Come, we'll abroad ; and let's obey The proclamation made for May: And sin no more, as we have done, by staying ; But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Էջ 133 - Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Էջ 1 - And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Էջ 196 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Էջ 31 - But me — only shame. My home was still in the shadow, His lay in the sun : I longed in vain : what he asked for It straightway was done. Once I staked all my heart's treasure, We played — and he won. Yes ; and just now I have seen him, Cold, smiling, and blest, Laid in his coffin. God help me ! While he is at rest, I am cursed still to live : — even Death loved him the best.
Էջ 196 - With hues of genius on his cheek, In finest tones the youth could speak: — While he was yet a boy The moon, the glory of the sun, And streams that murmur as they run Had been his dearest joy.
Էջ 222 - ... light summer love. It was not thus with mine : it did not spring, Like the bright colour on an evening cloud, Into a moment's life, brief, beautiful ; Not amid lighted halls, when flatteries Steal on the ear like dew upon the rose, As soft, as. soon dispersed, as quickly pass'd ; But you first call'd my woman's feelings forth, And taught me love ere I had dream'd love's name.