The Tyrolese Minstrels: Or, The Romance of Every Day Life

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George W. Light, 1841 - 200 pages
 

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Page 179 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown ; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. CANTO II. NOT with more glories, in th...
Page 31 - How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Page 172 - That, pledged on earth and seal'd above, Grows in the world's approving eyes, In friendship's smile and home's caress, Collecting all the heart's sweet ties Into one knot of happiness ! No, HINDA, no — thy fatal flame Is nursed in silence, sorrow, shame.
Page 100 - Love knoweth every form of air, And every shape of earth, And comes, unbidden, everywhere, Like thought's mysterious birth. The moonlit sea and the sunset, sky Are written with Love's words, And you hear his voice unceasingly, Like song, in the time of birds. He peeps into the warrior's heart From the tip of a stooping plume, And the serried spears, and the many men. May not...
Page 153 - That misery does not make all virtuous, experience too certainly informs us ; but it is no less certain that of what virtue there is, misery produces far the greater part. Physical evil may be therefore endured with patience, since it is the cause of moral good; and patience itself is one virtue by which we are prepared for that state in which evil shall be no more.
Page 188 - ... secret sense of the high merit which there is in patience under calamities that the writers of romances, when they attempt to furnish out characters of the highest excellence, ransack nature for things terrible; they raise a new creation of monsters, dragons and giants; where the danger ends, the hero ceases; when he has won an empire, or gained his mistress, the rest of his story is not worth relating.
Page 113 - Their various voices harmonize delightfully. No one endeavors to display itself above the rest. Their melodies breathe all that sweetness and mildness peculiar to German music ; and the effect is not a little heightened by the picturesque grace of their national costume, the simplicity of manner, and the total absence of all effort in their style of singing.
Page 82 - BRIGHT flag at yonder tapering mast. Fling out your field of azure blue ; Let star and stripe be westward cast, And point as Freedom's eagle flew! Strain home ! O lithe and quivering spars ! Point home, my country's flag of stars ! The wind blows fair, the vessel feels The pressure of the rising breeze, And, swiftest of a thousand keels.
Page 82 - My heart swells, and my eyes are dim ! As knows the dove the task you give her, When loosed upon a foreign shore — As spreads the rain-drop in the river In which it may have flowed before — To England, over vale and mountain.

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