The Literary Souvenir

Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown & Green, 1829

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Side 111 - Effulgent in the light of youth, is she, the new made bride! The homage of a thousand hearts — the fond deep love of one — The hopes that dance around a life whose charms are but begun, — They lighten up her chestnut eye, they mantle o'er her cheek, They sparkle on her open brow, and high-souled joy bespeak.
Side 33 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Side 270 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Side 114 - They half beguiled her of her cares, they soothed her into smiles, They won her thoughts from bigot zeal, and fierce domestic broils :— But hark ! the tramp of armed men ! the Douglas...
Side 109 - And all around the noonday sun a drowsy radiance cast. No sound of busy life was heard, save, from the cloister dim, The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters...
Side 44 - A horrid puppy!" said Lieutenant St. Squintem, who was still uglier; " If he does not ride better, he will disgrace the regiment !" said Captain Rivalhate, who was very good-looking; " If he does not ride better, we will cut him ! " said Colonel Everdrill, who was a wonderful martinet ; " I say, Mr. Bumpemwell, (to the riding-master,) make that youngster ride less like a miller's sack." " Pooh, sir, he will never ride better.
Side 44 - Ricardo by heart — and made notes on the English Constitution. He rose to speak. " What a handsome fellow ! " whispered one member. "Ah, a coxcomb!" said another. » " Never do for a speaker !
Side 39 - ... nightingale ! Dusk creature, who art silent all day long, But when pale eve unseals thy clear throat, loosest Thy twilight music on the dreaming boughs Until they waken. And thou, cuckoo bird, Who art the ghost of sound, having no shape Material, but dost wander far and near, Like untouched echo whom the woods deny...

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