Flowers for All SeasonsPartridge, 1854 - Всего страниц: 312 |
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... Heaven , I have now nothing to lose , and have accustomed myself to wish only for those things which I see a probability of obtaining . " " You are a philosopher . " " Far from it , " said he . " I know little of theo- ries of any ...
... Heaven , I have now nothing to lose , and have accustomed myself to wish only for those things which I see a probability of obtaining . " " You are a philosopher . " " Far from it , " said he . " I know little of theo- ries of any ...
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... heaven of ecstacies . The lady who was the object of my affection was the daughter of my tutor , and a most lovely creature she was : fair , meek , and very susceptible . We went through the usual routine of a quiet love - affair ...
... heaven of ecstacies . The lady who was the object of my affection was the daughter of my tutor , and a most lovely creature she was : fair , meek , and very susceptible . We went through the usual routine of a quiet love - affair ...
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... heaven - ward whilst they sang . The pastures abounded with clover , which filled the air with its rich perfume , and the bean - fields also sent forth their delightful incense . Honeysuckles and wild roses were on the hedges , held ...
... heaven - ward whilst they sang . The pastures abounded with clover , which filled the air with its rich perfume , and the bean - fields also sent forth their delightful incense . Honeysuckles and wild roses were on the hedges , held ...
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... Heaven is open . " Julian threw His wrathful hand aloft , and cried , " Away ! Earth could not hold us both , nor can one Heaven Contain my deadliest enemy and me . " SOUTHEY . I TOOK leave of my gipsy host , with a promise that I would ...
... Heaven is open . " Julian threw His wrathful hand aloft , and cried , " Away ! Earth could not hold us both , nor can one Heaven Contain my deadliest enemy and me . " SOUTHEY . I TOOK leave of my gipsy host , with a promise that I would ...
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... heaven . I was alone , with no one to share the wealth which I had so foully purchased ; no one to mate with even in villainy , no one to condole with me on my losses , no friend , no rela- tive , no source of consolation ; and for the ...
... heaven . I was alone , with no one to share the wealth which I had so foully purchased ; no one to mate with even in villainy , no one to condole with me on my losses , no friend , no rela- tive , no source of consolation ; and for the ...
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Стр. 236 - 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.
Стр. 250 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Стр. 187 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Стр. 150 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Стр. 236 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. 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 daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Стр. 234 - In this poem there is no nature, for there is no truth ; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral ; easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting ; whatever images it can supply are long ago exhausted ; and its inherent improbability always forces dissatisfaction on the mind. When Cowley tells of Hervey, that they studied together, it is easy to suppose how much he must miss the companion of his labours...
Стр. 34 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Стр. 158 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi...
Стр. 235 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Стр. 250 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.