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Animal artist ASTOR awake beautiful British Birds BRITISH FISHES BRITISH QUADRUPEDS Cambria's collection complete contains copies critical Dear death Deep delight doom drawings early edition Edward elegant English engraved equal excellent execution faith Famine Fate figure five flood friends Genius given Gray Gray's Elegy heart HISTORY OF BRITISH illustrated imperial 8vo importance interest JOHN VAN VOORST King knowledge language latter LENOX AND TILDEN LIBRARY ASTOR lies light lines LITERARY Mark memoir mighty Morn mourn Natural History night notes o'er observation original Pain Pale PATERNOSTER ROW poem Poet printed published readers Rose royal 8vo says shrieks soft soul spare species stanzas stood style Talbot tears thee THOMAS THOMPSON TILDEN FOUNDATIONS touching verse VERSION vignettes vols volume warm wood written Yarrell YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
Page 5 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 10 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.
Page 10 - And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskined measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice, as of the cherub-choir, Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings lessen on my ear, That lost in long futurity expire.
Page 8 - Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof; The thread is spun;) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove; The work is done.) — Stay, oh stay!
Page 2 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes : Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.