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... humble garb , my lowly mien , And oaken staff , on which I lean ? Though I am old , I cannot brook That curious glance and doubting look . I said , that Hubert was my friend , But never did my heart intend , That I was gallant Hubert's ...
... humble garb , my lowly mien , And oaken staff , on which I lean ? Though I am old , I cannot brook That curious glance and doubting look . I said , that Hubert was my friend , But never did my heart intend , That I was gallant Hubert's ...
الصفحة 31
... humble vale ; And after , oft , at even , trod , Along the wonted village road , And down the lonely dale ; Whene'er , in seeming pity's need , Hubert would bid me thither speed . At length , less eager Hubert seem'd , Of poor , old ...
... humble vale ; And after , oft , at even , trod , Along the wonted village road , And down the lonely dale ; Whene'er , in seeming pity's need , Hubert would bid me thither speed . At length , less eager Hubert seem'd , Of poor , old ...
الصفحة 32
... humble cot ; And long neglect did plainly show , That poor , old Mary was forgot . And , when ..... but , stranger , gently bear The weakness of an old man's tear : It is the tribute , mem'ry pays , To scenes of youth and happier days ...
... humble cot ; And long neglect did plainly show , That poor , old Mary was forgot . And , when ..... but , stranger , gently bear The weakness of an old man's tear : It is the tribute , mem'ry pays , To scenes of youth and happier days ...
الصفحة 33
... never knew , Ah , then indeed you ne'er can know , Why , down my cheek , this tear does flow , When , on my mem'ry rushing , come Dear thoughts of Mary's humble home . The peaceful look 5 33 Gentle stranger, have you never, ...
... never knew , Ah , then indeed you ne'er can know , Why , down my cheek , this tear does flow , When , on my mem'ry rushing , come Dear thoughts of Mary's humble home . The peaceful look 5 33 Gentle stranger, have you never, ...
الصفحة 34
George Manners. Dear thoughts of Mary's humble home . The peaceful look , the greeting smile , The brook , and hill , and hawthorn green , That grew , beside the lowly cell , And Ellen's gentle voice , and mien My poor old heart with ...
George Manners. Dear thoughts of Mary's humble home . The peaceful look , the greeting smile , The brook , and hill , and hawthorn green , That grew , beside the lowly cell , And Ellen's gentle voice , and mien My poor old heart with ...
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Æolian agen auburn bade beam'd bear billow bitter blast bosom breath brow Brunswick Carlo cheek child chill clos'd constant corse cottage door cruel dear dearest despair e'er Edwy's em'rald ring ev'ry eventide fair fairy fantastick feeble fever'd flow flow'r gainst gallant gaz'd gaze gentle GEORGE MANNERS glanc'd glance gossamer grief hand hapless Ellen's hawthorn hear Heaven herald hour HUBERT AND ELLEN knee lightly lily lips little Ellen lonely look love and constancy lyre magick mark'd monarch's ne'er neath neighb'ring never o'er ocean old Edwy old Mary old Mary's op'd pass'd piteous PLUNDERER'S poor Ellen pray'r pride rude scarce seem'd seneschal shame sigh silver smil❜d smile softly sorrow sought soul stranger stream strong sure swell tablet tale tear-drop tell tempest tender thee thine thou thy heart tide trembling turn'd Twas Twere wand'rer waves weep wild winds woes woman's word wretch youth zephyr
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الصفحة 112 - The contrast between those two rivers is very striking, the one being as pure and limpid as the other is foul and muddy. The Rhone seems to scorn the alliance, and keeps as long as possible unmingled with his dirty spouse.
الصفحة 118 - How frantick his motion ! He rescues the corse, from the rough rolling wave ! The strand, for its pillow, From out the salt billow, He rescues the corse.. ..but it is not to save ! There stands, dark and lonely, The plunderer's dwelling ; He seeks the strand, only When sea-mews are yelling. When, mid the storm howling, No star is seen, beaming, The wretch then is prowling ; The false fire is gleaming, To lead the poor mariner, on to his doom ! When waves bear him, senseless, He robs the defenceless,...
الصفحة 14 - The watery willows hiss before the fire. Now glow the waves, the fishes pant for breath, The eels lie twisting in the pangs of death : Now flounce aloft, now dive the scaly fry, Or, gasping, turn their bellies to the sky.
الصفحة 2 - IDE, of the said District, hath deposited in this office, the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit : " Inductive Grammar, designed for beginners. By an Instructer." In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States...
الصفحة 2 - States entitled an act for the encouragement of learning hy securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the author., and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned, and also to an act entitled an act supplementary to an act, entitled an act for the encouragement of learning by securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving and...
الصفحة 102 - And now they swell the sounds, in fullest choir ! And now they die away ! Yet die, so gently, on thine ear, That still the sounds thou seem'st to hear. Again the harp is still ; and now A smile is on the monarch's brow. '> Cheer'd, by that smile, advances, to the lyre. The West, alone, the zephyr train retire. And now, along the silver strings, His magick hand he lightly flings, In measure, gently wild.
الصفحة 121 - ... heart-sunken seaman! He grasps, at thy treasure! And shall he bereave thee? Thy darling pledge sever? And cruelly leave thee; No, mariner, never! The tall wave indignantly rolls to the shore' The arm of the thunderer Seizes the plunderer! Floods overwhelm him! he rises no more! The refluent billow Now leaves the beach, waveless; The flood is the pillow Of mariner, graveless. But, mark the wave, stranding More boldly aspiring; The mariner landing, Then slowly retiring! The plunderer comes not,...
الصفحة 115 - THE PLUNDERER'S GRAVE. THE PLUNDERER'S GRAVE. SNOW hides the green mountain, Beneath its white billow ; And chill'd is the fountain, And leafless the willow : The tempest, loud swelling, Now drives along, dreary ; Before the storm, yelling, The sea-mew flies, weary, And, cow'ring, seeks shelter, from ocean's wild roar. While billows are bounding, O'er rude rocks, surrounding The long sandy beach, and the craggy lee-shore. Where now does the bark ride, The wild water braving ? Where now, o'er the...
الصفحة 8 - Shade of my brother dear ! Oh ! if the chaplet, I have twin'd, Be not unworthy bard like thee, Then let me dream thee near ; And, round thy brows, in fancy, bind These wild flow'rs of my poesy ! And, if the world severe Do scorn my flow'rets, till they fade, And blast the garland I have made ; Yet still to thee, in thought, my soul Shall rise, above the world's control.