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1ST CITIZEN 1ST NOBLE 2ND CITIZEN 2ND NOBLE amid Aspasia awaken beautiful beneath better breath bring Castrucani CESARIO character charm cheek child CLARICHA cold Count Arrezi dark death despair dream earth evil eyes fair fancies fate fear feel Florentines flowers gentle glorious GONSALVI grave Guy Mannering hand happiness hath heart heaven hope hour house of Stuart human Ivanhoe lady Ladye weeping LEONI life's light lone and lovely look lord loveliness lovely island Lucca lute memory misery never night o'er OLD MORTALITY once pale pardon passion past pity pride purple purple ocean racter Rienzi rose round SCENE Scott shadow sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stern strong sunny song sweet sword tears thee thee sudden thine things thou thought Vex'd warriors watch weary wild wind woman words young youth Zegri Ladye
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Page 132 - She shall be sportive as the fawn, That wild with glee across the lawn, Or up the mountain springs.
Page 187 - Till love, victorious o'er alarms, Hid fears and blushes in his arms ! Such is the first picture; what is the second? Alas ! thought he, how changed that mien, How changed those timid looks have been! Since years of guilt and of disguise Have
Page 215 - When every worldly thought is utterly forsaken, Comes the starry midnight, felt by life's gifted few; Then will the spirit from its earthly sleep awaken To a being more intense, more spiritual and true. So doth the soul awaken, Like that youth to night's fair queen ! VIII. THE DEATH OF THE SEA
Page 287 - unmarked till then, Come crowding on the heart. Let what will lure our onward way, Farewell's a bitter word to say. LOVE A MYSTERY. IT matters not its history—Love has wings, Like lightning, swift and fatal; and it springs, Like a wild flower, where it is least expected ; Existing, whether cherished or rejected.
Page 291 - But in ourself is Fate's worst minister: There is no wretchedness like self-reproach. LOVE'S SLAVES. WHERE is the heart that has not bowed A slave, eternal Love to thee ! Look on the cold, the gay, the proud, And is there one among them free ? And what must love be in a heart All passion's fiery depths concealing, Which has in its minutest part
Page 295 - child of dreams, His heart upon his lip, he seeks the world To find him fame and fortune, as if life Were like a fairy tale. His song has led The way before him ; flatteries fill his ear, And he seems happy in so many friends. What marvel if he somewhat overrate His talents and his state
Page 175 - compliment to my own taste, as her's leads her chiefly to foreign music. I think the good girl sees that I want and must miss her sister's peculiar talent in singing the airs of our native country, which, imperfect as my musical ear is, make, and
Page 189 - And down her slender form they spread, In ringlets rich and rare. When thus her face was given to view, Although so pallid was her
Page 214 - With a life more glorious than ere they closed was known. Yes, he has awakened For the midnight's happy queen ! What is this old history but a lesson given, How true love still conquers by the deep strength of truth, How all the impulses, whose native home is heaven.
Page 183 - The Scots can rein a mettled steed, And love to couch a spear. St. George ! a stirring life they lead That have such neighbours near.