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The Three Histories: The History of an Enthusiast. The History of a ...
Maria Jane Jewsbury
Volledige weergave - 1831
The Three Histories: The History of an Enthusiast. the History of a ...
Maria Jane Jewsbury
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2020
admire affection Annette appearance beauty believe Cecil character child circumstances considered conversation dear death delight desire doubt dreams duty energy existence fancy father fear feel fortune gave genius girl give grave Guise hand happiness head heart honour hope hour imagination interest Italy Julia kind knew lady leave less letter living London look manner mean mind Miss Mortimer mother nature never night once opinion party passed Percy perhaps person pleasure poor present pretty reason regarded replied respect Richard seemed seen sense society sorrow soul speak spirit strong style suffer sure taste tell thing thought tion true truth turn understanding voice whilst wife Winton wish woman worthy young youth
Pagina 158 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Pagina 255 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Pagina 320 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Pagina 66 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses ! Till, like one in slumber bound Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound of ever-spreading sound.
Pagina 184 - But if fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown : They that fawn'd on him before, Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed. He will help thee in thy need ; If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep : Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Pagina 158 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Pagina 199 - So I returned and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter. Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive.
Pagina 93 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Pagina 231 - Egeria was totally different from any other woman I had ever seen, either in Italy or England. She did not dazzle, she subdued me. Other women might be more commanding, more versatile, more acute ; but I never saw one so exquisitely feminine.
Pagina 225 - There was a Power in this sweet place, An Eve in this Eden; a ruling grace Which to the flowers did they waken or dream, Was as God is to the starry scheme. A Lady, the wonder of her kind, Whose form was upborne by a lovely mind Which, dilating, had moulded her mien and motion Like a sea-flower unfolded beneath the ocean...