This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ... That fill thy lovely eyes! No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright beams arise. "She, the fair sun of all her sex, Has blessed my glorious day; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray?" THE POET CAMPBELL IN THE CHAIR. 107 eyebrows masked in dye, and her once "lovely eyes" hid behind a pair ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 Excerpt: ... That fill thy lovely eyes! No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright beams arise. "She, the fair sun of all her sex, Has blessed my glorious day; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to its ray?" THE POET CAMPBELL IN THE CHAIR. 107 eyebrows masked in dye, and her once "lovely eyes" hid behind a pair of goggles. Our landlady made herself a very genial neighbor to the forlorn old bachelor next door, for he had patiently endured his threescore years and ten or more in solitude; but at last, before he was many months older, he found Mrs. Munro and her consoling possets, and other delicate attentions, irresistible, and married her. I suspect that the canny Scotchwoman was prudently alive to the fact of Mr. Ainslie's enjoyment of a snug pension from the society of the Writers to the Signet of Edinburgh, and of its reversion to his widow. The old gentleman was fond of keeping up his associations with literature and literary men, and took every opportunity of taking a part in any public manifestation of which they were the object. There was a printers' festival of some kind, at which Thomas Campbell had promised to preside. Mr. Ainslie, who had taken a ticket, urged me to take one, too, which I did gladly, eager to see the famous poet, and expecting a great gathering of all that were notable for genius and talent in Edinburgh. We went, and found the printers in full force, ranged on each side of long wooden tables or narrow deal boards on trestles, facing little black bottles of sherry-wine, and plates of " cookies," and almonds, and raisins; for these were all the material refreshments we had in exchange for our payment of five shillings each. There was not a distinguished personage to be pointed out to me, much to ...
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