The Annual Anthology, Band 2Robert Southey T. N. Longman and O. Rees, 1800 - 300 Seiten |
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... Song , addressed to a Lady known from infancy A Christmas Carol The Old Chikkasah to his Grandson To a Friend History Gorthmund . A Tale , in the manner of Ossian , by WILLIAM CASE , Junг . 20 23 22 27 29 32 34 38 41 43 46 50 53 56 59 ...
... Song , addressed to a Lady known from infancy A Christmas Carol The Old Chikkasah to his Grandson To a Friend History Gorthmund . A Tale , in the manner of Ossian , by WILLIAM CASE , Junг . 20 23 22 27 29 32 34 38 41 43 46 50 53 56 59 ...
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... song to 13 Purcell's Music - 14 To the River Emont , Cumberland , by CHARLES LLOYD 15 To Loch Lomond , by CHARLES LLOYD 159 16 To a Water Nymph , by the late Roe . LOVELL 160 CONTENTS . 17 18 On leaving a favourite residence 19.
... song to 13 Purcell's Music - 14 To the River Emont , Cumberland , by CHARLES LLOYD 15 To Loch Lomond , by CHARLES LLOYD 159 16 To a Water Nymph , by the late Roe . LOVELL 160 CONTENTS . 17 18 On leaving a favourite residence 19.
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... Song The Old Batchelor , after the manner of Spenser Song - Owen's Grave , by WILLIAM CASE , Junr . 161 162 163 . 164 165 173 175 176 184 · 186 189 / · 192 · 193 - 194 196 198 200 · 211 - 212 The Death of Wallace , by ROBERT SOUTHEY ...
... Song The Old Batchelor , after the manner of Spenser Song - Owen's Grave , by WILLIAM CASE , Junr . 161 162 163 . 164 165 173 175 176 184 · 186 189 / · 192 · 193 - 194 196 198 200 · 211 - 212 The Death of Wallace , by ROBERT SOUTHEY ...
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... Song of the Araucans during a thunder - storm 207 . Communications for the third volume of the ANNUAL ANTHOLOGY , are to be addressed to Messrs . BIGGS & Co. Printers , Bristol . St. JUAN GUALBERTO . Addressed to a FRIEND . I.
... Song of the Araucans during a thunder - storm 207 . Communications for the third volume of the ANNUAL ANTHOLOGY , are to be addressed to Messrs . BIGGS & Co. Printers , Bristol . St. JUAN GUALBERTO . Addressed to a FRIEND . I.
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... 'd side , What intersecting arches graced its gate ; Its tower how high , its massy walls how strong , These fairly to describe were sure a tedious song . 20 A III . Yet while the fane rose slowly from the St Juan Gualberto.
... 'd side , What intersecting arches graced its gate ; Its tower how high , its massy walls how strong , These fairly to describe were sure a tedious song . 20 A III . Yet while the fane rose slowly from the St Juan Gualberto.
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ARAUCANS beauty Beelzebub behold Beneath bosom bower breast bright brow busy busy Bee CHARLES LLOYD cheek child clouds cold Cossack cried Crocodile dark dear death delight dream dwell E'en ECLOGUE fair feel fire flowers gale gentle GEORGE GOODWIN grave green billows Gualberto Halloo hast hath Hatto hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hour house of pride Iceburgs ISAAC King laughing Lewti light limbs lov'd maid MARGARET mark'd mind morn Moscera Muse Musquito Nature's never night o'er once pale poor praise pride quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round scene Siberia sigh sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stood stream sweet tale tears tell tempest thee thine Thou art thou busy busy thou wert thought thro TRAVELLER twas Twill vale vex'd viperous Race wandering ween whilst wild wind wings winter WOMAN youth
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Seite 28 - twas a famous victory! "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Seite 243 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.
Seite 129 - On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told ; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the midday sun; Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock Flings arching like a bridge...
Seite 132 - With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue ocean! So my Friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...
Seite 27 - Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Seite 133 - Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue Through the late twilight: and though now the bat Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters, Yet still the solitary humble bee Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure...
Seite 26 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...
Seite 29 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Seite 27 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Seite 241 - So then to his palace returned he, And he sate down to supper merrily, And he slept that night like an innocent man, But bishop Hatto never slept again. In the morning as he entered the hall, Where his picture hung against the wall, A sweat like death all over him came, For the rats had eaten it out of the frame. As he look'd, there came a man from his farm. He had a countenance white with alarm, My lord, I opened your granaries this morn, And the rats had eaten all your corn.