The Winter WreathNathaniel Parker Willis Leavitt and Allen, 1853 - 224 Seiten Verse and prose contributions, mainly by American authors. |
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... dark eyes downcast , Her hands locked before her - her heart beating fast , And around her the forest's majestic arcade , With the pure sunset burning like fire through the shade : He spake of the goodness , the glory of Him , Whose ...
... dark eyes downcast , Her hands locked before her - her heart beating fast , And around her the forest's majestic arcade , With the pure sunset burning like fire through the shade : He spake of the goodness , the glory of Him , Whose ...
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... dark , glossy locks from her eyes , And with eloquent gesture points up to the skies . At last , to awaken her fears he essays ;. He threatens God's wrath if thus freely she strays . Wild , sweet , and incredulous rang through the wood ...
... dark , glossy locks from her eyes , And with eloquent gesture points up to the skies . At last , to awaken her fears he essays ;. He threatens God's wrath if thus freely she strays . Wild , sweet , and incredulous rang through the wood ...
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... ) , an arm stole softly around her waist , dark locks mingled with her sunny ones as a warm breath swept over her cheek and Kitty Coleman hid her face - not in her hands . Harry forgot his book again that night , and never 22 THE ROMP .
... ) , an arm stole softly around her waist , dark locks mingled with her sunny ones as a warm breath swept over her cheek and Kitty Coleman hid her face - not in her hands . Harry forgot his book again that night , and never 22 THE ROMP .
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... - Solution sweet . Meanwhile the frost wind blows Like love's alarum , pattering the sharp sleet Against the window panes : St. Agnes ' moon hath set . XXVII . " Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . 45.
... - Solution sweet . Meanwhile the frost wind blows Like love's alarum , pattering the sharp sleet Against the window panes : St. Agnes ' moon hath set . XXVII . " Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . 45.
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Nathaniel Parker Willis. XXVII . " Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw - blown sleet ; " This is no dream ; my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark ; the iced gusts still rave and beat . " No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ...
Nathaniel Parker Willis. XXVII . " Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw - blown sleet ; " This is no dream ; my bride , my Madeline ! " ' Tis dark ; the iced gusts still rave and beat . " No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ...
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Adam Agatha Agnes Alice Astor House Battle of Hohenlinden beadsman beautiful Birch bless boat breath bright Cæsar called Camillo captain censer cheek child cold Cousin Cathcart Crawley dark dear delight door dream dress eyes face Farmer Bracely father feel flowers gentleman girl grace hair hand happy Harry Gay hath heard heart heaven hour HURST CASTLE Java sparrows Kitty Coleman laughed light lips listened live look Lucy ma'am Madeline Madonna Mary Howitt MATTESON miles Miss Hampson Miss Hinchliff Miss Pifflit morning mother N. P. WILLIS never night once Orangemen passed pedler piano Pikemen pity poor Porphyro quadrilles Quaker replied returned rich Robert Smith Rose scene Schenectady seemed silent smile soon soul Squire sweet tears thee thing thou thought tion told took turned walk Wharton wife window woman word young lady
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Seite 40 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 32 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Seite 29 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide: The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests: The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.
Seite 31 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Seite 30 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and winged St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Seite 36 - For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. Wait here, my child, with patience kneel in prayer The while : Ah ! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.
Seite 167 - That pavement, damp and cold, no smiling courtiers tread ; one silent woman stands, lifting with meagre hands, a dying head. No mingling voices sound — an infant wail alone; a sob suppressed — again that short deep gasp, and then the parting groan ! Oh ! change — oh, wondrous change ! burst are the prison bars ! This moment there, so low, so agonized ; — and now, beyond the stars ! Oh ! change — stupendous change ! There lies the soulless clod : — the sun eternal breaks — the new immortal...
Seite 38 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 36 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Seite 43 - And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.