A Wreath of Wild Flowers from New EnglandEdward Churton, 1838 - 364 pages |
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ADELMINE art thou ATHELWOLD beaming beauty beneath bewitching blessed blest bloom blooming band blossom blue blush bower breast breathe bright brow charm cheek cherub child clasp cloud cold curl dark dear diamond suits dimpled doth dream EDGAR ELFRIDA Ellen eloquent eyes fair fairy fancy feet flower fond gaze gentle GILLIAN girl glance gleam glory glowing graceful graceful band GUIDO hair hand hast hear heart heaven JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES jewels kiss lady laugh light look loveliness MADELON maiden MANBERT mother neath o'er Oswald passion play pretty pure radiant rich rose rosy Rupert scorn shine sigh silken smile soft softly sorrow soul spirit star stranger's heart sunny sweet tears tell tender thee There's a home thine thou art thought thro tone trembling tresses truth Twas Twill voice wandering warm wave wealth wear weary ween wild wings
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Page 206 - As if her soul had spread its wings, And poised her one wild instant there .' She spoke not — but so richly fraught With language are her glance and smile ; That when the curtain fell, I thought She had been talking all the while...
Page 199 - Bows the fair lady her light tresses low — Faster the tears from her veiled eyes flow. " Gifted and worshipped one, genius and grace Play in each motion, and beam in thy face : When from thy rosy lip rises the song, Hearts that adore thee the echo prolong ; Ne'er in the festival shone an eye brighter. Ne'er in the mazy dance fell a foot lighter. One only spirit thou 'st failed to bring down : Exquisite Eluise, why do you frown ?" Swift o'er her forehead a dark shadow stole, Sent from the tempest...
Page 206 - She comes — the spirit of the dance ! And but for those large eloquent eyes, Where passion speaks in every glance, She 'd seem a wanderer from the skies. " So light that, gazing breathless there, Lest the celestial dream should go...
Page 206 - So light that, gazing breathless there, Lest the celestial dream should go, You'd think the music in the air Waved the fair vision to and fro ! Or that the melody's sweet flow Within the radiant creature played, And those soft wreathing arms of snow And white sylph feet the music made.
Page 261 - bopeep" with the roses ; His wrinkled brow press with light kisses and warm, And clasp his rough neck with thy soft wreathing arm. Perhaps thy bewitching and infantine sweetness May win him, for once, to delay in his fleetness ; To pause, ere he rifle, relentless in flight, A blossom so glowing of bloom and of light. Then, then would I keep thee, my beautiful child, With thy blue eyes...
Page 242 - My beautiful trembler! how wildly she shrinks! And how wistful she looks while she lingers! Papa is extremely uncivil, she thinks,— She but pleaded for one of his fingers! What eloquent pleading! the hand reaching out, As if doubting so strange a refusal; While her blue eyes say plainly, "What is he about That he does not assist me as usual?" Come on, my pet Ellen! we won't let you slip,— Unclasp those soft arms from his knee, love; I see a faint smile round that exquisite lip, A smile half reproach...
Page 200 - The strength of the stoic is conquered at length. Lo ! at thy feet see him kneeling the while — Eloise ! Eloise ! why do you smile ? " The hand was withdrawn from her happy blue eyes ; She gazed on her lover...
Page 198 - Painters, half holy thy loved image keep ; Beautiful Eloise ! why do you weep ?" Still bows the lady her light tresses low, — Fast the warm tears from her veiled eyes flow ! " Sunny-haired Eloise ! wealth is thine own ; Rich is thy silken robe — bright is thy zone ; Proudly the jewel illumines thy way; Clear rubies rival thy ruddy lips...
Page 261 - AHT thou playing with Time in thy sweet babyglee'! Will he pause on his pinions to frolic with thee ? Oh, show him those shadowless, innocent eyes, That smile of bewildered and beaming surprise; Let him look on that cheek where thy rich hair reposes, Where dimples are p!aying"bopeep...
Page 261 - Will he pause on his pinions to frolic with thee ? Oh ! show him those shadowless, innocent eyes, That smile of bewildered and beaming surprise ; Let him look on that cheek where thy rich hair reposes, Where dimples are playing