The poet's daughter1837 |
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... and ball , and all that Florence held of rich , or noble , or beautiful , was bidden to the fête . The evening arrived , and the gilded rooms s blazed with lights , and delicate perfumes intoxicated 40 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
... and ball , and all that Florence held of rich , or noble , or beautiful , was bidden to the fête . The evening arrived , and the gilded rooms s blazed with lights , and delicate perfumes intoxicated 40 THE POET'S DAUGHTER .
Strana 42
... arrived . It consisted of a fine military - looking man , and a proud , stately matron , apparently his wife ; they were followed by a young girl about nineteen or twenty , who bore the stamp of nobility on every movement . A strange ...
... arrived . It consisted of a fine military - looking man , and a proud , stately matron , apparently his wife ; they were followed by a young girl about nineteen or twenty , who bore the stamp of nobility on every movement . A strange ...
Strana 65
... arrived at the place where Antonio impatiently awaited her arrival . When she joined him , he spoke no word , he grasped her hand in both of his , and a smile of unutter- able beauty quivered for an instant around his mouth ; that smile ...
... arrived at the place where Antonio impatiently awaited her arrival . When she joined him , he spoke no word , he grasped her hand in both of his , and a smile of unutter- able beauty quivered for an instant around his mouth ; that smile ...
Strana 113
... arrived from George's mother , containing the joyful news that the operation had been most successful - that her darling boy was restored to sight , and that on a certain day , which she named , they pro- posed leaving London for their ...
... arrived from George's mother , containing the joyful news that the operation had been most successful - that her darling boy was restored to sight , and that on a certain day , which she named , they pro- posed leaving London for their ...
Strana 114
Poet. At length the blissful day arrived , and George clasped his future bride in his arms , and gazed on her in silent rapture . All the beautiful fea- tures of nature were disregarded by him , and Eliza was his world ! In a few days ...
Poet. At length the blissful day arrived , and George clasped his future bride in his arms , and gazed on her in silent rapture . All the beautiful fea- tures of nature were disregarded by him , and Eliza was his world ! In a few days ...
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admiration affection agony Annesly Antonio appearance arms beautiful beloved Bently bewitching blessed bosom bright bright eyes calm carriage Catherine Brand Cellini charm cheek cheerful Chiara cold contemplated cottage countenance creature dark daughter dear death deep delight Derby dreams emotion expression eyes face fair father fearful feelings felt Florence gazed Genoa gentle George Dallas Geraldine girl glance Grantly grief hand happiness heart heaven Henry Emmerson hope hour husband Jessy Jessy's John Lady Sedley length lips listened look Louisa Malès manner melan mind morning mother nature ness never night noble passed peace poor prayed racter returned scarce scene Sedley's sight silence Sir Edward St Sir Herbert Sedley smile soft soon soothing sorrow soul spirit stood strove suddenly sweet tears tenderness Teresa THOMAS CURSON HANSARD thought tion told tones turned uncon unhappy voice whilst wife woman words young youth
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Strana 278 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Strana 265 - They mourn, but smile at length ; and, smiling, mourn : The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn ; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Strana 182 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff d bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strana 262 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Strana 147 - Time, in his own grey style, All that thou art. Art thou not void of guile, A lovely soul formed to be blest and bless ? A well of sealed and secret happiness, Whose waters like blithe light and music are, Vanquishing dissonance and gloom ? A Star Which moves not in the moving Heavens, alone...
Strana 19 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Strana 91 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Strana 226 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed; A balm for every wounded breast: 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven, — • When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear— but heaven.
Strana 182 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Strana 200 - I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow ! Ye have given the lovely to earth's embrace, She hath taken the fairest of beauty's race, With their laughing eyes and their...