Romance and Reality, Volumes 1-2J. & J. Harper, 1832 |
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... coloured coat extending a rose for the benefit of the company in general . Over the chimney- piece was a glass , in a most intricate frame of cut crystal within the gilt one , which gave you the advantage of seeing your face in square ...
... coloured coat extending a rose for the benefit of the company in general . Over the chimney- piece was a glass , in a most intricate frame of cut crystal within the gilt one , which gave you the advantage of seeing your face in square ...
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... colour that flower and shrub wear at such a time and girdled in by the line of large clear lamps , the spirits of the place . At least every second house was lighted up , and that most visible , the corner one , was illuminated like a ...
... colour that flower and shrub wear at such a time and girdled in by the line of large clear lamps , the spirits of the place . At least every second house was lighted up , and that most visible , the corner one , was illuminated like a ...
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... colour - boxes , collars , French , Italian , & c . & c . duly filled the school - room : but for music Lady ' Alicia had no ear , for dancing no liking , for drawing no taste ; and VOL . I. - 2 . French and Italian were , it must be ...
... colour - boxes , collars , French , Italian , & c . & c . duly filled the school - room : but for music Lady ' Alicia had no ear , for dancing no liking , for drawing no taste ; and VOL . I. - 2 . French and Italian were , it must be ...
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... colours , with not a little disdain , put on the blue silk she had thought blue céleste at least in the country . What a march does a woman's intellect , i . e . taste , take in the streets of London ! Exactly at five they were at the ...
... colours , with not a little disdain , put on the blue silk she had thought blue céleste at least in the country . What a march does a woman's intellect , i . e . taste , take in the streets of London ! Exactly at five they were at the ...
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... coloured lichens , or bare and shewing the rainbow - stained granite , and between them small open spaces of long soft grass , filled with yellow flowers ; and here and there slight shrubs yielding to the wind , and one or two stately ...
... coloured lichens , or bare and shewing the rainbow - stained granite , and between them small open spaces of long soft grass , filled with yellow flowers ; and here and there slight shrubs yielding to the wind , and one or two stately ...
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Page 14 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Page 160 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: 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...
Page 241 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Page 63 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had peal'd the banner-cry of hell!
Page 25 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Page 71 - The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon, Then into the night he looked forth; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north. So had he seen, in fair Castile, The youth in glittering squadrons start, Sudden the flying jennet wheel, And hurl the unexpected dart. He knew, by the streamers that shot so bright, That spirits were riding the northern light.
Page 215 - I ought to do — and did my best — And each did well in his degree. The youngest, whom my father loved, Because our mother's brow was given To him — with eyes as blue as heaven...
Page 59 - Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face, and sun-burn'd hair, She had not known her child.
Page 160 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 66 - To again quote the oracles of my highpriest, Wordsworth, there is nothing like ' The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on its own heart.' What ' truths divine' crowd every page of Wordsworth's writings ! I sometimes wish to be a modern Alexander, that I might have Mount Athos carved into, not my own statue but his.