A Pilgrim's ReliquaryW. Pickering, 1845 - 448 strán (strany) |
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... affection or benevolent feeling ever swelled my portfolio or embarrassed my book- shelves so completely to my satisfaction as this morning's salutation from the magnificent garden groves of the Tuilleries . B 2 PARIS . Meurice has ...
... affection or benevolent feeling ever swelled my portfolio or embarrassed my book- shelves so completely to my satisfaction as this morning's salutation from the magnificent garden groves of the Tuilleries . B 2 PARIS . Meurice has ...
Strana 8
... affectionate homage every wave of that vast Current , which to all their obsequious beauty contents himself with a disdainful Hail and Farewell . And yet there are attractions on either side , which might induce a less inflexible flood ...
... affectionate homage every wave of that vast Current , which to all their obsequious beauty contents himself with a disdainful Hail and Farewell . And yet there are attractions on either side , which might induce a less inflexible flood ...
Strana 17
... affections and your intellect ! Ought we to be elated or humbled ? Should we rejoice or regret that the workmanship of Nature , let it be ever so transcendent , receives from the Deeds and Memories of Man , be they good or evil , their ...
... affections and your intellect ! Ought we to be elated or humbled ? Should we rejoice or regret that the workmanship of Nature , let it be ever so transcendent , receives from the Deeds and Memories of Man , be they good or evil , their ...
Strana 35
... affectionate Julia : " " The current that with gentle murmur glides , Thou know'st , being stopp'd , impatiently doth rage ; But when his fair course is not hinder'd , He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones , Giving a gentle ...
... affectionate Julia : " " The current that with gentle murmur glides , Thou know'st , being stopp'd , impatiently doth rage ; But when his fair course is not hinder'd , He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones , Giving a gentle ...
Strana 59
... affectionate remonstrance with Masinissa , for the rashness of that bloody act , which he had himself insinuated , it reminds one of King John and Hubert , touching the murder of poor Prince Arthur , or Elizabeth and Secretary Davidson ...
... affectionate remonstrance with Masinissa , for the rashness of that bloody act , which he had himself insinuated , it reminds one of King John and Hubert , touching the murder of poor Prince Arthur , or Elizabeth and Secretary Davidson ...
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admiration adorned amidst ancient antique Apsis arches architecture Autumn Avignon BASIL MONTAGU Baths of Titus beautiful behold Belfroy beneath broad Cæsars Castle Cathedral chamber Chapel Church City Colosseum colours CURIA HOSTILIA dark delight enchanting fancy flowers foliage Frascati Frescoes fscap garden Genius gloom glorious glory gold golden gorgeous Gothic graceful grandeur green groves heart Heaven hills huge illustrious immortality Imperial Italian King lofty lustre luxuriant machicolated magnificent majestic mansions marble Marigold Window Masinissa melancholy Michael Baumgarten mighty Minster mouldering mountains never night noble Nuremberg o'er old minster once painted Palace Petrarch picturesque pile pillars POEMS Pompeii princely purple Rhine Rhone Roman Rome Ruin saloons scarcely sculptured seemed Sepulchre shew solemn streets sublime superb SUPPLENDA tapestry Temple Thermæ thing thou Tomb towers town trees Turin turrets Tyrian purple vast Vaucluse vault verdure village walls wild winds wonder woods worthy
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Strana 168 - And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life. In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even ! and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.
Strana 250 - A milk-white Hind,* immortal and unchanged, Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged ; Without unspotted, innocent within, She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin.
Strana 287 - Walk about Zion, and go round about her : Tell the towers thereof. Mark ye well her bulwarks, Consider her palaces ; That ye may tell it to the generation following : For this God is our God for ever and ever : He will be our guide even unto death.
Strana 66 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Strana 248 - Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running 'fore the king, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world...
Strana 201 - Scripture stories from the life of Christ; A chest that came from Venice, and had held The ducal robes of some old ancestor. That by the way, — it may be true or false, — But don't forget the picture ; and thou wilt not, When thou hast heard the tale they told me there.
Strana 20 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Strana 298 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
Strana 89 - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit...
Strana 357 - The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; For me, health gushes from a thousand springs; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.