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Seite 323 - It never through my mind had past The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more ! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Seite 93 - Encyclopaedia of Agriculture ; comprising the Theory and Practice of the Valuation, Transfer, Laying-out, Improvement, and Management of Landed Property, and of the Cultivation and Economy of the Animal and Vegetable Productions of Agriculture; Including all the latest Improvements, a general History of Agriculture in all Countries, a Statistical View of its present State, and Suggestions for its future progress in the British Isles.
Seite 323 - Like the sun, thy presence glowing, Clothes the meanest things in light; And when thou, like him, art going, Loveliest objects fade in night. All things looked so bright about thee, That they nothing seem without thee; By that pure and lucid mind Earthly things were too, refined. Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Softly on my soul that fell; Go, for me no longer beaming — Hope and Beauty! fare ye well!
Seite 455 - IN the name of the Most Holy and Indivisible Trinity. THEIR Majesties the Emperor of Austria, the King of Prussia, and the Emperor of Russia...
Seite 354 - ... with lovely gleam, Comes gliding in serene and slow, Soft and silent as a dream, A solitary Doe! White she is as lily of June, And beauteous as the silver moon When out of sight the clouds are driven And she is left alone in heaven; Or like a ship some gentle day In sunshine sailing far away, A glittering ship, that hath the plain Of ocean for her own domain.
Seite i - Johnson (though with ten times his talent) ; he 'has also been hurried off, and in so far my prospects of social ' pleasure when I go to London are materially lessened. " We are still agitated here by the consequences of the transition ' from a state of war to a state of peace...
Seite 323 - And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak, thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary, thou art dead...
Seite 86 - And I, in joyous pride, By every place of flowers my course delaying Wove, e'en as pearls, the lilies round thy hair, Beholding thee so fair ! " And oh ! the home whence thy bright smile hath parted, Will it not seem as if the sunny day...
Seite 256 - MAGNIFICENT Creature ! so stately and bright ! , In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight ; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, Wafting...
Seite 86 - midst the silence of the stars I wake, And watch for thy dear sake. "And thou, will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee, Without thy mother's hand to smooth thy bed? Wilt thou not vainly spread Thine arms, when darkness as a veil hath wound thee, To fold my neck, and lift up, in thy fear, A cry which none shall hear?