Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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Strona viii
... tenth verses . What was thy talent ? not the beam That gilds and glads the sky ; But the dim curtain's fiery gleam , When storms and wrecks are nigh , Shrouded in darkness , -like the red right arm That viii PREFACE .
... tenth verses . What was thy talent ? not the beam That gilds and glads the sky ; But the dim curtain's fiery gleam , When storms and wrecks are nigh , Shrouded in darkness , -like the red right arm That viii PREFACE .
Strona ix
And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present. Shrouded in darkness , -like the red right arm That cleaves the vault of Heaven , Engendered but to dazzle and alarm , Brief , brilliant torch for bright destruction given , But ...
And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present. Shrouded in darkness , -like the red right arm That cleaves the vault of Heaven , Engendered but to dazzle and alarm , Brief , brilliant torch for bright destruction given , But ...
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... dark , in a region sufficiently desolate and difficult , and with which , as the fogs of the evening drew around me , I began to find I had not so perfect an ac- quaintance as , in the bright sunshine of the morning , I had thought ...
... dark , in a region sufficiently desolate and difficult , and with which , as the fogs of the evening drew around me , I began to find I had not so perfect an ac- quaintance as , in the bright sunshine of the morning , I had thought ...
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... dark eye - lashes , and her brown hair , plainly parted upon her brow . There is something in the aspect of a person im- mediately about to die , aware of , and preparing for , the transition , which is inexpressibly solemn , -I had ...
... dark eye - lashes , and her brown hair , plainly parted upon her brow . There is something in the aspect of a person im- mediately about to die , aware of , and preparing for , the transition , which is inexpressibly solemn , -I had ...
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... dark , He holds her to his heavy heart ; Her eye is on the fatal bark , - And must they must they part ! Oh ! that a wish could chain the gales , How long that dreary calm should last , Or ere a breath should swell the sails , That flap ...
... dark , He holds her to his heavy heart ; Her eye is on the fatal bark , - And must they must they part ! Oh ! that a wish could chain the gales , How long that dreary calm should last , Or ere a breath should swell the sails , That flap ...
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