A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith Elder, 1848 - 200 sivua |
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Sivu viii
... speak them no better than just to make our way through Italy and France . We mention this , partly that we may not seem to know more than we do , and partly to encourage others to learn . A little hearty love is better in this , as in ...
... speak them no better than just to make our way through Italy and France . We mention this , partly that we may not seem to know more than we do , and partly to encourage others to learn . A little hearty love is better in this , as in ...
Sivu xvii
... speak ) , in connexion with the subject here alluded to , for half our lives ; not suggested , we beg leave to say , by the great philosopher- ( qualified though he be to suggest hundreds of things to us beyond our powers of origination ) ...
... speak ) , in connexion with the subject here alluded to , for half our lives ; not suggested , we beg leave to say , by the great philosopher- ( qualified though he be to suggest hundreds of things to us beyond our powers of origination ) ...
Sivu 18
... speaking , and whom the poet represents as having been beguiled into Circe's love ) - In thicket hid I curs'd the haggard scene- The banquet of my arms , my arbour queen , Seated upon an uptorn forest root , And all around her shapes ...
... speaking , and whom the poet represents as having been beguiled into Circe's love ) - In thicket hid I curs'd the haggard scene- The banquet of my arms , my arbour queen , Seated upon an uptorn forest root , And all around her shapes ...
Sivu 45
... ( speaking lower . ) Don't talk so of your husband , there's a dear , Before the little one . See how he looks at you . PRAX . ( to the little boy . ) There , don't look grave , child ; cheer up , Zopy , sweet ; It isn't your papa we ' re ...
... ( speaking lower . ) Don't talk so of your husband , there's a dear , Before the little one . See how he looks at you . PRAX . ( to the little boy . ) There , don't look grave , child ; cheer up , Zopy , sweet ; It isn't your papa we ' re ...
Sivu 48
... Speak where you've a right . You're not the master here . And as for that , Our people are from Corinth , like Bellerophon . Our tongue's Peloponnesiac ; and we hope It's lawful for the Dorians to speak Doric ! PRAX . We've but one ...
... Speak where you've a right . You're not the master here . And as for that , Our people are from Corinth , like Bellerophon . Our tongue's Peloponnesiac ; and we hope It's lawful for the Dorians to speak Doric ! PRAX . We've but one ...
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Sivu 106 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Sivu 106 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Sivu 102 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love) How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she...
Sivu 94 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Sivu 151 - For so work the honey bees : Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Sivu 155 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Sivu 70 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Sivu 11 - A generous and impassioned review of the works of living painters. A hearty and earnest work, full of deep thought, and developing great and striking truths in art.
Sivu 144 - And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest...
Sivu 124 - Here let me careless and unthoughtful lying, Hear the soft winds above me flying With all their wanton boughs dispute, And the more tuneful birds to both replying, Nor be myself too mute.