The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., 1 tomasJohn Aitken, 1824 - 420 psl. Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... speak- ing on the subject at all , accompanied them on their way to divine service . To an Englishman who had never before seen a Highland Sab- bath , the scene was most delightful , as the opening of every little glen brought upon him ...
... speak- ing on the subject at all , accompanied them on their way to divine service . To an Englishman who had never before seen a Highland Sab- bath , the scene was most delightful , as the opening of every little glen brought upon him ...
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... speak to catch my eyes ; they were fixed on her , but her's were bent down ; however , she guessed that I was there , for she passed slowly to prolong my happiness . I followed her with my gaze , until she entered the house ; there only ...
... speak to catch my eyes ; they were fixed on her , but her's were bent down ; however , she guessed that I was there , for she passed slowly to prolong my happiness . I followed her with my gaze , until she entered the house ; there only ...
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... speak to his son Hamlet , he comes armed , as he used to be , in his complete steel . His visor is raised ; and the same fine face is there ; only , in spite of his punishing errand and his own sufferings , with A countenance more in ...
... speak to his son Hamlet , he comes armed , as he used to be , in his complete steel . His visor is raised ; and the same fine face is there ; only , in spite of his punishing errand and his own sufferings , with A countenance more in ...
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... speaking of a strange sail which he descried in the distance . The western wave was all a - flame , The day was well nigh done ! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun ; When that strange ship drove suddenly Betwixt us ...
... speaking of a strange sail which he descried in the distance . The western wave was all a - flame , The day was well nigh done ! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun ; When that strange ship drove suddenly Betwixt us ...
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... speak to the boy , but he was gone . He cast them far and near round the place , but there were no traces of a passenger . He then opened the letter ; and by the divine light of the setting sun read these words : " To my dear husband ...
... speak to the boy , but he was gone . He cast them far and near round the place , but there were no traces of a passenger . He then opened the letter ; and by the divine light of the setting sun read these words : " To my dear husband ...
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affection Agenor Alberti Amelia Ansaldo appeared archbishop of Riga arms beautiful behold Bianca bosom breast breath bright burgomaster church countenance dark daugh daughter dead dear death dream ducats earth Egyptian hieroglyphics Ernest Evaline eyes father fear feelings felt flowers frae gaze Genovino gentle Gianetto grave hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honour hope hour husband Julia Kilmeny knew lady leave light live looked Lord Ludovico Sforza Marano Mary Stewart Masaniello Melmoth mind morning mother mountains nature never night o'er once Oneyo passed passion poor replied returned Rosario rose rose-tree round Samian wine scene seemed sigh silent sleep smile soon sorrow soul sound spirit St Bridget stood stranger sweet tears tell tender thee thing thou thought tion took trembling turned Venice viceroy voice walk wife wild wind words young youth
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