The gallery of engravings, ed. by G. N. Wright (C. H. Timperley). Ser. 2, ed. by mrs. Milner, Numéro 110,Volume 31848 |
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... memories ye bring back ! Dreams of many a well - known track , Visions of my early home , Paths where I may never roam In unmingled joy again ; How ye wake a gentle strain , Ringing in my ears as though In that home I linger'd now ...
... memories ye bring back ! Dreams of many a well - known track , Visions of my early home , Paths where I may never roam In unmingled joy again ; How ye wake a gentle strain , Ringing in my ears as though In that home I linger'd now ...
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... memory will long be held in affectionate respect . Who can think of his lonely wanderings , his laborious efforts in the cause of geographical science , and , above all , of his " exile's grave , " without feelings of melancholy regret ...
... memory will long be held in affectionate respect . Who can think of his lonely wanderings , his laborious efforts in the cause of geographical science , and , above all , of his " exile's grave , " without feelings of melancholy regret ...
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... memories would foudly rise , Of many a vale and hill , In that loved country o'er the wave , Where he might never find a grave . While treading that frail bridge , - The dark , deep stream beneath , — Perchance sweet thoughts of ...
... memories would foudly rise , Of many a vale and hill , In that loved country o'er the wave , Where he might never find a grave . While treading that frail bridge , - The dark , deep stream beneath , — Perchance sweet thoughts of ...
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... memory Of such fair dreams is thine ; So glad thy spirit seems to be , So radiantly shine Thine earnest , softly - glancing eyes , As through the summer - hours , Thy hands cull blossoms fresh and gay , And wreathe the blooming flowers ...
... memory Of such fair dreams is thine ; So glad thy spirit seems to be , So radiantly shine Thine earnest , softly - glancing eyes , As through the summer - hours , Thy hands cull blossoms fresh and gay , And wreathe the blooming flowers ...
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... memory comes to paint , All thou hast lost by tyranny's restraint , All thou didst once enjoy in thine own sunny bowers . Hark ! ' tis the dash of busy oars thou hearest ; Hark ! ' tis the ripple of the foaming tide . Hush thee to rest ...
... memory comes to paint , All thou hast lost by tyranny's restraint , All thou didst once enjoy in thine own sunny bowers . Hark ! ' tis the dash of busy oars thou hearest ; Hark ! ' tis the ripple of the foaming tide . Hush thee to rest ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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?