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answered asked Aurelia beautiful believe Bourne called castles castles in Spain closely comes dear dinner dream dress enjoy eyes face fair fall fancy feel felt figure flowers gazed girl glance glasses gone grace grandfather ground hair hand happy head hear heard heart hope island Italy kind knew Lady less light lived looked lost manner mind mist morning natural never passed perhaps portrait Prue remember replied sails seemed seen ship shore side sitting slowly smile soft sometimes Spain Spanish speak spectacles stand stood story strange street suddenly summer suppose sure sweet talk tears tell thing thought Titbottom told traveller turned voice walk warm watched waved wife window wish woman wonder young youth
Стр. 108 - Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song, With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng ; But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long.
Стр. 270 - Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flowers, sweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament, And after death for cures. I follow straight without complaints or grief, Since, if my scent be good, I care not if It be as short as yours.
Стр. 270 - And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Стр. 270 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Стр. 44 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Стр. 62 - I thought this was part of Bourne's property ? " Titbottom smiled. "Does Bourne own the sun and sky? Does Bourne own that sailing shadow yonder ? Does Bourne own the golden...
Стр. 86 - Generally there were only a. few sloops moored to the tremendous posts, which I fancied could easily hold fast a Spanish Armada in a tropical hurricane. But sometimes a great ship, an East Indiaman, with rusty, seamed, blistered sides, and dingy sails, came slowly moving up the harbor, with an air of indolent self-importance and consciousness of superiority, which inspired me with profound respect. If the ship had ever chanced to run down a rowboat, or a sloop, or any specimen of smaller craft, I...
Стр. 107 - Descend along the shore, With bands of noble gentlemen, And banners waved before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore; It would have been a beauteous dream—- If it had been no more!
Стр. 50 - Sorrento girls, looking over the high plastered walls of southern Italy, hand to the youthful travellers, climbing on donkeys up the narrow lane beneath. The Nile flows through my grounds. The Desert lies upon their edge, and Damascus stands in my garden. I am given to understand, also, that the Parthenon has been removed to my Spanish possessions. The Golden-Horn is my fish-preserve; my flocks of golden fleece are pastured on the plain of Marathon, and the honey of Hymettus is distilled from the...
Стр. 67 - ... was all sugar, and Stunning was all bliss, for two months. He carried his head in the clouds, and felicity absolutely foamed at his eyes. He was drowned in love ; seeing, as usual, not what really was, but what he fancied. He lived so exclusively in his castle, that he forgot the office down town, and one morning there came a fall, and Stunning was smashed.