Miscellaneous prose (1798-1834)Macmillan, 1913 |
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... boy , sighed for her . Her yellow hair fell in bright and curling clusters , like " those hanging locks Of young Apollo . " Her voice was trembling and musical . A graceful diffidence pleaded for her whenever she spake - and , if she ...
... boy , sighed for her . Her yellow hair fell in bright and curling clusters , like " those hanging locks Of young Apollo . " Her voice was trembling and musical . A graceful diffidence pleaded for her whenever she spake - and , if she ...
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... boy of fourteen , when he first became acquainted with her - it was soon after she had come to reside with her grand- mother at Widford . He met her by chance one day , carrying a pitcher in her hand , which she had been filling from a ...
... boy of fourteen , when he first became acquainted with her - it was soon after she had come to reside with her grand- mother at Widford . He met her by chance one day , carrying a pitcher in her hand , which she had been filling from a ...
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... boy and girl , for they were no more at that age , grew fond of each other - more fond than either of them suspected . And thus , " They would sit , and sigh , And look upon each other , and conceive Not what they ail'd ; yet something ...
... boy and girl , for they were no more at that age , grew fond of each other - more fond than either of them suspected . And thus , " They would sit , and sigh , And look upon each other , and conceive Not what they ail'd ; yet something ...
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... boy hangs about me from morning till night . He is perpetually forcing a smile into his poor pale cheeks -- you know the sweetness of his smile , Maria . To - day , after dinner , when he took his glass of wine in his hand , he burst ...
... boy hangs about me from morning till night . He is perpetually forcing a smile into his poor pale cheeks -- you know the sweetness of his smile , Maria . To - day , after dinner , when he took his glass of wine in his hand , he burst ...
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... boy - he concludes his letter , which is very affectionate throughout , in this manner— ' Elinor , I charge you to learn the following stanza by heart-- The monarch may forget his crown , That on his head an hour hath been ; The ...
... boy - he concludes his letter , which is very affectionate throughout , in this manner— ' Elinor , I charge you to learn the following stanza by heart-- The monarch may forget his crown , That on his head an hour hath been ; The ...
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230 psl. - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
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255 psl. - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
229 psl. - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
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115 psl. - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
254 psl. - All but yon widow'd solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring : She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
188 psl. - Made many a fond enquiry; and when they, Whose presence gave no comfort, were gone by, Her heart was still more sad. And by yon gate, That bars the traveller's road, she often stood, And when a stranger horseman came, the latch Would lift, and in his face look wistfully ; Most happy, if, from aught discovered there Of tender feeling, she might dare repeat The same sad question.
186 psl. - Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene...
525 psl. - Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm That age or injury has hollow'd deep, Where on his bed of wool and matted leaves He has outslept the winter, ventures forth To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun, The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play. He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird, Ascends the neighb'ring beech; there whisks his brush, And perks his ears, and stamps and scolds aloud, With all the prettiness of feign'd alarm, And anger insignificantly fierce.