Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1839 |
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BANQUET SONG beauty bless bright brother brow Caussim cheek Corfù countenance cried dark daugh death Donna Eleanora door Duke of Benevento Edebali Edmund Gray Eleleu Eliodore Ertogrul exclaimed eyes face fair father fear feel flowers fortune Francis Gattinara gaze gentle ghazels girl Gowanbrae grave Hadjee Meer half-crown hand happy hath heard heart honour hope hour Hulans Isabelle d'Aubigny Jenny Tamson's Johannes Josephine Kadjer knew La Scala laughed Leonardo light Linger lips looked Lord Carlton Lord Wilmington Lubec marchese Marguerite of Valois Meer Meerza mind mother Naples never night o'er old gentleman Othman Padua passed passion poor racter replied robber Rudolph scene seen shepherd silence sister smile soul spirit Steinforth stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou art thought tion turned Vinzentio Vivaldi voice wild words YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young lady youth Zúrúd
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الصفحة 174 - O, let its memory, like a chain about thee, Gently compel and hasten thy return! Linger not long. Though crowds should woo thy staying, Bethink thee, can the mirth of thy friends, though dear, Compensate for the grief thy long delaying Costs the fond heart that sighs to have thee here?
الصفحة 351 - The tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
الصفحة 268 - I gently hinted to him the consolations religion offers the bereaved. He took my hand, and smiling with more of kindness than I had ever seen him display, said, " My dear sir, do not mistake me, nor think me ignorant of that highest, that only source of comfort. What should I be, what should I have been without that ? Yes — I shall go to her, but she will not return to me...
الصفحة 208 - My humble opinion is that one may either laugh at them or weep over them, as one is in the humour. "Htectolerabiliusvelridentur, velflentur," as St. Augustine says. The Scripture tells us that "there is a time to laugh, and a time to weep...
الصفحة 82 - What dost Thou in a Christian land ? '' WITHIN. The skies are wild, and the blast is cold ; Yet riot and luxury brawl within : Slaves are waiting, in silver and gold, Waiting the nod of a child of sin. The fire is crackling, wine is bubbling Up in each glass to its beaded brim : The jesters are laughing, the parasites quaffing " Happiness," — " honour,
الصفحة 83 - Within.) He who yon lordly feast enjoyeth, He who doth rest on his couch of down, He it was, who threw the forsaken Under the feet of the trampling town : Liar — betrayer — false as cruel, — What is the doom for his dastard sin ! His peers, they scorn ? — high dames, they shun him ? — Unbar yon palace, and gaze within. There, — yet his deeds are all trumpet-sounded, There, upon silken seats recline Maidens as fair as the summer morning, Watching him rise from the sparkling wine. Mothers...
الصفحة 83 - While the world runs merry as heretofore ! (Within.) He who yon lordly feast enjoyeth, He who doth rest on his couch of down, He it was, who threw the forsaken Under the feet of the trampling town : Liar — betrayer — false as cruel, — What is the doom for his dastard sin ? His peers, they scorn ? — high dames, they shun him ? — Unbar yon palace, and gaze within.
الصفحة 87 - ... scaffold, all failed to dissolve the trance of grief into which she had fallen. But the moment of awakening agony came at last ! — When the guillotine had done its office, and the body of her beloved Victor lay bleeding and dead before her — sorrow, asserting its omnipotent sway over humanity, shivered the feeble barriers of temporary unconsciousness, and let the imprisoned mind free to contemplate the ruin of its only earthly hope, the extinction of all youth's sweetest visions. Then came...
الصفحة 87 - The time flew onward, — tie day for his marriage arrived. The bridal solemnity was over, when, as the party were leaving the church, D'Aubigny was arrested on a charge of forgery ! The trial and condemnation rapidly succeeded, and the day of execution dawned too soon. Victor met his death calmly and resignedly. But it is not with him our tale has to do, — it is with her, the beautiful, the bereaved one, — with Isabelle d'Aubigny the convict's bride.
الصفحة 82 - Slaves are waiting, in crimson and gold, — Waiting the nod of a child of sin. The fire is crackling, wine is bubbling Up in each glass to its beaded brim : The jesters are laughing, the parasites quaffing " Happiness," — " honour,