The gallery of engravings, ed. by G. N. Wright (C. H. Timperley). Ser. 2, ed. by mrs. Milner, Utgåva 110, Volym 31848 |
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... light ; And the brier - roses bright Shed their young leaves on the wind , Leaving odorous breath behind . Yes ! Amid this splendour rare , Fête - day for the young and fair , Mid the music's stirring sound , And the mirth and joy ...
... light ; And the brier - roses bright Shed their young leaves on the wind , Leaving odorous breath behind . Yes ! Amid this splendour rare , Fête - day for the young and fair , Mid the music's stirring sound , And the mirth and joy ...
Sida 8
... light , when need was sorest . O'er waste and wold , The pilgrim cold , Sought the soft turf for pillow ; And weary too , The seaman grew , On the rude billow . But fail'd not still On plain and hill , The fresh'ning dews to waken Sweet ...
... light , when need was sorest . O'er waste and wold , The pilgrim cold , Sought the soft turf for pillow ; And weary too , The seaman grew , On the rude billow . But fail'd not still On plain and hill , The fresh'ning dews to waken Sweet ...
Sida 11
... st thy race So nearly run . And brighter to the last , The radiance was cast Along thy way ; Thine eyes ' unearthly light , Thy brow , like lilies white , Changed day by day . 11 I saw thee once again ; The shade of mortal.
... st thy race So nearly run . And brighter to the last , The radiance was cast Along thy way ; Thine eyes ' unearthly light , Thy brow , like lilies white , Changed day by day . 11 I saw thee once again ; The shade of mortal.
Sida 12
... light had flown , Their deep , dark fire was gone , They flash'd not now . Calmly thou took'st thy rest , Thy happy soul was blest ' Neath brighter skies ; Years have roll'd on ; but yet , I never may forget Those haunting eyes ! THE ...
... light had flown , Their deep , dark fire was gone , They flash'd not now . Calmly thou took'st thy rest , Thy happy soul was blest ' Neath brighter skies ; Years have roll'd on ; but yet , I never may forget Those haunting eyes ! THE ...
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... lights faintly burn , As they toss upon her stern ' Mid the gloom . From the lonely Beacon's height As the watchman gazed around , They saw that flashing light Drive swift athwart the night , Yet the wind was fair and right For the ...
... lights faintly burn , As they toss upon her stern ' Mid the gloom . From the lonely Beacon's height As the watchman gazed around , They saw that flashing light Drive swift athwart the night , Yet the wind was fair and right For the ...
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Abbey accompanying plate adorned amid ancient arches architecture beautiful Bejapore Bellamont beneath Beverley Beverley Minster BLARNEY CASTLE blessings breath breeze bridge bright brow building BUSHY PARK CARRICKFERGUS CASTLE church Cork court dark deep Dublin Duke E'en Earl earth EDWARD JENNER England English erected eyes fade fair feel flowers gaze gleaming glow graceful hath heart heaven Henry hills hope hundred Ireland Irish Jenner John Perrot Kilkenny King labour Lady land light Lismore Castle lofty LONDON & PARIS Londonderry lonely Lord loyal magnificent memory monarch mountain Mungo Park never night noble o'er Park pass'd PETER JACKSON Phoenix Park picturesque present princely Queen RABY CASTLE reign river ROBIN HOOD'S BAY rock royal ruins scene shade shore SIR WILLIAM STANLEY smile soul spectator spirit stream sweet thee thine thou throne towers trees vaccination Waterford waters wave wild
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Sida 48 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Sida 22 - To rest upon their circumambient walls ; A temple framing of dimensions vast, And yet not too enormous for the sound Of human anthems, — choral song, or burst Sublime of instrumental harmony, To glorify the Eternal ! What if these Did never break the stillness that prevails...
Sida 138 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Sida 55 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Sida 134 - Certainly, it is heaven upon earth, to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth.
Sida 22 - With the loud streams : and often, at the hour When issue forth the first pale stars, is heard, Within the circuit of this fabric huge, One voice, the solitary raven, flying Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome, Unseen, perchance above all power of sight — An iron knell ! with echoes from afar Faint, and still fainter...
Sida 134 - Jenner was given to understand, that he should be cautious and prudent ; that he had already gained some credit by his communications to the Royal Society, and ought not to risk his reputation by presenting to the learned body anything which appeared so much at variance with established knowledge, and withal so incredible.
Sida 22 - At night's approach bring down the unclouded Sky, To rest upon their circumambient walls; A Temple framing of dimensions vast, And yet not too enormous for the sound Of human anthems, — choral song, or burst Sublime of instrumental harmony, To glorify the Eternal!
Sida 49 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel: They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night: They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.
Sida 138 - And sometime make the drink to bear no barm : Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he?