Littell's Living Age, Zväzok 40Living Age Company Incorporated, 1854 |
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... Miss Mitford ( who addressed his books , often the very implements of his art , to him a charming sonnet ) , Mrs. Siddons , Mr. hastily sold or sacrificed . On one occasion , Rogers , besides his old friends who had not when his wife ...
... Miss Mitford ( who addressed his books , often the very implements of his art , to him a charming sonnet ) , Mrs. Siddons , Mr. hastily sold or sacrificed . On one occasion , Rogers , besides his old friends who had not when his wife ...
Strana 25
... Miss Barrett ( now Mrs. Browning ) ; der it , through his whole being . It is evident and she also crowned his work with a very that , when he went down to Westminster Hall beautiful sonnet . It cannot be said that Hay- to look at the ...
... Miss Barrett ( now Mrs. Browning ) ; der it , through his whole being . It is evident and she also crowned his work with a very that , when he went down to Westminster Hall beautiful sonnet . It cannot be said that Hay- to look at the ...
Strana 35
... Miss Phillis go tearing through the village on wide , and aired , and fumigated ; and the strange their pretty Arabian horses , laughing as they fragments of musty food were collected and met the west wind , and their long golden curls ...
... Miss Phillis go tearing through the village on wide , and aired , and fumigated ; and the strange their pretty Arabian horses , laughing as they fragments of musty food were collected and met the west wind , and their long golden curls ...
Strana 36
... Miss Morton be- the young master in London ; and poor Miss fore she goes . " We went too , clinging to my Phillis used to go about trying to see after the mother . Miss Phillis looked rather shy as we workmen and laborers , and save ...
... Miss Morton be- the young master in London ; and poor Miss fore she goes . " We went too , clinging to my Phillis used to go about trying to see after the mother . Miss Phillis looked rather shy as we workmen and laborers , and save ...
Strana 37
... Miss Phillis lived on ; but I know in our hearts we each thought about it , with a kind of respectful pity for her fallen low estate . Miss Phillis , that we remembered like an angel for beauty , and like a little princess for the ...
... Miss Phillis lived on ; but I know in our hearts we each thought about it , with a kind of respectful pity for her fallen low estate . Miss Phillis , that we remembered like an angel for beauty , and like a little princess for the ...
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Strana 370 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Strana 313 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her.
Strana 144 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 191 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Strana 175 - When the ended curse Left silence in the world, right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint...
Strana 191 - Had stamp'd her image in me, and even so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of woe Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
Strana 48 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
Strana 60 - We want a national epic that shall correspond to the size of the country; that shall be to all other epics what Banvard's Panorama of the Mississippi is to all other paintings, — the largest in the world!" "Ah!" "We want a national drama in which scope enough shall be given to our gigantic ideas, and to the unparalleled activity and progress of our people!
Strana 146 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Strana 144 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.