The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Volumen4Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... village of Holydean . A stillness almost like that of the Sabbath reigned over the hamlet , for the busy season had called the youngsters forth to the field , the sunburnt sickleman and his fair partner . Boys and girls were away to ...
... village of Holydean . A stillness almost like that of the Sabbath reigned over the hamlet , for the busy season had called the youngsters forth to the field , the sunburnt sickleman and his fair partner . Boys and girls were away to ...
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... village to village , and up and down among the pleasant cots , he plays to the kind folk , and I follow him with my brooms . We have been a year in this coun- try , and I know not when we shall return home , for Antonio says he cannot ...
... village to village , and up and down among the pleasant cots , he plays to the kind folk , and I follow him with my brooms . We have been a year in this coun- try , and I know not when we shall return home , for Antonio says he cannot ...
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... village , " said Frederick , advancing to them . " The lady with whom I live will be very kind to you ; and you must stay with her for a few days , and give her music , which she loves . What say you , pretty Charlotte ? " Antonio here ...
... village , " said Frederick , advancing to them . " The lady with whom I live will be very kind to you ; and you must stay with her for a few days , and give her music , which she loves . What say you , pretty Charlotte ? " Antonio here ...
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Alexander Whitelaw. the village of Holydean . After the death of her husband , a wealthy retired merchant , who had spent the last years of his life at Greenwells , Mrs Mather , having no family , began to cast about for a companion ...
Alexander Whitelaw. the village of Holydean . After the death of her husband , a wealthy retired merchant , who had spent the last years of his life at Greenwells , Mrs Mather , having no family , began to cast about for a companion ...
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... village , and sometimes to the children . He was now equally taciturn at Mr Mather's ; but occasionally he broke forth , expressing himself in rapid and earnest eloquence , and showing a wonderful power of illustrating any point . From ...
... village , and sometimes to the children . He was now equally taciturn at Mr Mather's ; but occasionally he broke forth , expressing himself in rapid and earnest eloquence , and showing a wonderful power of illustrating any point . From ...
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Página 94 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor. Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Página 94 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer...
Página 66 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Página 94 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 66 - She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 200 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary! But well thou play'dst the housewife's part, And all thy threads with magic art Have wound themselves about this heart, My Mary!
Página 46 - Had placed that Bell on the Inchcape Rock; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Página 212 - And should my youth, as youth is apt, I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities, I, day by day, Would wear away ; Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the holly tree.
Página 200 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Página 46 - They cannot see the sun on high; The wind hath blown a gale all day, At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.