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Page 84 - There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 293 - The evening sun descending Set the clouds on fire with redness, Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, Left upon the level water One long track and trail of splendour, Down whose stream, as down a river, Westward, westward Hiawatha Sailed into the fiery sunset, Sailed into the purple vapours, Sailed into the dusk of evening.
Page 231 - stood near ; So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 89 - Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Page 286 - Tennyson : I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro' quiet meadows round the mill, The sleepy pool above the dam, The pool beneath it never still, The meal sacks on the whiten'd floor, The dark round of the dripping wheel, The very air
Page 62 - wind about, and in and out. With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling. TENNYSON.
Page 158 - Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady on a white horse, With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes.
Page 45 - twill be when I am gone, That tuneful peal will still ring on ; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells."
Page 145 - waves of mountains far beyond that deep valley at my feet. The population here must be thin, and I see no passengers on these roads: they stretch out east, west, north, and south —white, broad, lonely ; they are all cut in the moor, and the heather grows deep and wild to their very verge
Page 339 - party of two," which bore so striking a resemblance to the young lady's terrier, "which was so covered with hair that you could not tell which was the head and which was the tail of it,