The Tuft-hunter, Volumen1

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Página 212 - 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.
Página 197 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die...
Página 197 - Farewell ! Farewell ! the voice you hear, Has left its last soft tone with you, — Its next must join the seaward cheer, And shout among the shouting crew. " The accents which I scarce could form Beneath your frown's controlling check, Must give the word, above the storm, To cut the mast, and clear the wreck. " The timid eye I dared not raise,— The hand that shook when press'd to thine, Must point the guns upon the chase,— Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.
Página 43 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate.
Página 24 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards...
Página 43 - With a new-fashion'd hall, built where the old one stood, Hung round with new pictures that do the poor no good ; With a fine marble chimney, wherein burns neither coal nor wood, And a new smooth shovel-board, whereon no victuals ne'er stood ; Like a young courtier, &c. With a new study stuft full of pamphlets and plays...
Página 212 - 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. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
Página 63 - IT is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true ; It is good to be off with the old love, Before you be on with the new.
Página 155 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.

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