Rambles and ReveriesJ. P. Giffing, 1841 - 436 sidor |
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... face of the angel , radiant with youth , and contrast it with the calm , aged counte- nance and gray locks of the sleeping prophet , without recognizing that peculiar grace which marks the creations of Guido . Happily , some of the most ...
... face of the angel , radiant with youth , and contrast it with the calm , aged counte- nance and gray locks of the sleeping prophet , without recognizing that peculiar grace which marks the creations of Guido . Happily , some of the most ...
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... face presents that rigid expression , which we cannot look upon without awe . The very eye - lids are cut with such a lifeless distinctness , as to be eloquent of death . Thus , thought I , fell the veil of dissolution over the young ...
... face presents that rigid expression , which we cannot look upon without awe . The very eye - lids are cut with such a lifeless distinctness , as to be eloquent of death . Thus , thought I , fell the veil of dissolution over the young ...
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... face so strongly marked with the sorrow of a noble and ideal mind , that there is no need of the laurel wreath upon the head , to assure us that we look upon the lineaments of a poet . And who could fail to stay his feet , and still the ...
... face so strongly marked with the sorrow of a noble and ideal mind , that there is no need of the laurel wreath upon the head , to assure us that we look upon the lineaments of a poet . And who could fail to stay his feet , and still the ...
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... face of the earth - gone from the freshest presence of Nature and the thoughtful scenes of an absorbing being , to the dark and solitary grave ! Of a population of one hundred and seventy thousand , according to the last census of ...
... face of the earth - gone from the freshest presence of Nature and the thoughtful scenes of an absorbing being , to the dark and solitary grave ! Of a population of one hundred and seventy thousand , according to the last census of ...
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... faces , flushed with a stern and ferocious purpose , no hope of escape was to be read ; he was frequently struck to the earth , pinioned , and dragged , by means of a long cord , through the streets , the revengeful throng rushing ...
... faces , flushed with a stern and ferocious purpose , no hope of escape was to be read ; he was frequently struck to the earth , pinioned , and dragged , by means of a long cord , through the streets , the revengeful throng rushing ...
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Rambles and Reveries. [A collection of essays.] Henry Theodore TUCKERMAN Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1841 |
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Sida 227 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
Sida 228 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Sida 198 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Sida 283 - She, as a veil down to the slender waist, Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dishevelled, but in wanton ringlets waved As the vine curls her tendrils, which implied Subjection, but required with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best received Yielded, with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
Sida 246 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ; None knew thee but to love thee, None named thee but to praise.
Sida 213 - I saw her upon nearer view A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Sida 241 - glassy eyes put light ; — be still ! keep down thine ire ! Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire: Give me back him for whom I strove, — for whom my blood was shed. Thou canst not? — and a king! — his dust be mountains on thy head!
Sida 291 - She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Sida 198 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Sida 198 - Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he fought And as he fell and as he lived and loved Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot, Arose; and Lucan, by his death approved: Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.