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Pagina iii
... feeling of responsibility under which , as my readers have seen , that enterprise had been com- menced , and which continued for some time to haunt me amidst all the enchantments of my task . task . I was therefore in the true holyday ...
... feeling of responsibility under which , as my readers have seen , that enterprise had been com- menced , and which continued for some time to haunt me amidst all the enchantments of my task . task . I was therefore in the true holyday ...
Pagina xvi
... feel , That best of fame . —a rival's praise . One of the days that still linger most plea- santly in my memory , and which , I trust , neither Lady Calcott nor Mr. Eastlake have quite for- gotten , was that of our visit together to the ...
... feel , That best of fame . —a rival's praise . One of the days that still linger most plea- santly in my memory , and which , I trust , neither Lady Calcott nor Mr. Eastlake have quite for- gotten , was that of our visit together to the ...
Pagina xix
... feeling which no one work of art I saw in the galleries of Italy has left behind . I have now a few words to devote to a somewhat kindred subject with which a poem or two contained in the following pages are closely connected . * In my ...
... feeling which no one work of art I saw in the galleries of Italy has left behind . I have now a few words to devote to a somewhat kindred subject with which a poem or two contained in the following pages are closely connected . * In my ...
Pagina xx
... feeling entertained towards him than was once shown in the reception given to the two following homely lines which occurred in a Prologue I wrote to be spoken by Mr. Corry in the character of Vapid . ' Tis said our worthy manager ...
... feeling entertained towards him than was once shown in the reception given to the two following homely lines which occurred in a Prologue I wrote to be spoken by Mr. Corry in the character of Vapid . ' Tis said our worthy manager ...
Pagina 18
... feeling , That soft from the lute of some lover are stealing , — Some lover , who knows all the heart - touching power Of a lute and a sigh in this magical hour . Oh ! best of delights as it every where is To be near the lov'd One ...
... feeling , That soft from the lute of some lover are stealing , — Some lover , who knows all the heart - touching power Of a lute and a sigh in this magical hour . Oh ! best of delights as it every where is To be near the lov'd One ...
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Pagina 13 - ALAS ! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Pagina 41 - One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And, oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Pagina 69 - Oh ! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And spirits so mean in the great and high-born ; To think what a long line of titles may follow The relics of him who died — friendless and lorn ! How proud they can press to the funeral array Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow : — How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by nobles to-morrow...
Pagina 357 - — what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears ! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears ! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like pastime to grow old ; And, as Youth counts the shining links, That Time around him binds so fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain, Who said * — " were he ordain'd to run " His long career of life again, " He would do all...
Pagina 4 - But, never yet, by night or day, In dew of spring or summer's ray, Did the sweet Valley shine so gay As now it shines — all love and light, Visions by day and feasts by night ! A happier smile illumes each brow, With quicker spread each heart uncloses, And all is ecstasy, — for now The Valley holds its Feast of Roses.
Pagina 2 - Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave? Oh! to see it at sunset, — when warm o'er the Lake Its splendour at parting a summer eve throws, Like a bride, full of blushes, when ling'ring to take A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes...
Pagina 20 - The tube-rose, with her silvery light, That in the gardens of Malay Is call'd the Mistress of the Night, So like a bride, scented and bright, She comes out when the sun's away.
Pagina 382 - AY — down to the dust with them, slaves as they are, From this hour, let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.
Pagina 29 - Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice Morn on the Indian steep, From her cabined loop-hole peep, 140 And to the tell-tale Sun descry Our concealed solemnity.
Pagina 3 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet...