The Life and Letters of Washington Allston

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1893 - Всего страниц: 435
 

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Стр. 399 - O'er untravelled seas to roam, — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame By its chains ? While the language free and bold Which the bard of Avon sung, In which our MILTON told How the vault of heaven rung, When Satan, blasted, fell with...
Стр. 134 - To stop — no record hath told where ! And tempting fancy to ascend, And with immortal Spirits blend ! — Wings at my shoulders seem to play; But. rooted here, I stand and gaze On those bright steps that heavenward raise Their practicable way. Come forth, ye drooping old men, look abroad, And see to what fair countries ye are bound...
Стр. 400 - Which no tyranny can tame By its chains? While the language free and bold Which the Bard of Avon sung, In which our Milton told How the vault of heaven rung When Satan, blasted, fell with his host; — While this, with reverence meet, Ten thousand echoes greet, From rock to rock repeat Round our coast; — While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, — Between let Ocean roll, Our joint communion breaking with the Sun : Yet still from either beach...
Стр. 404 - Fair damsel," said he (and he chuckled the while), " This picture, I see, you admire : Then take it, I pray you ; perhaps 'twill beguile Some moments of sorrow (nay, pardon my smile), Or, at least, keep you home by the fire.
Стр. 134 - That this magnificence is wholly thine ! From worlds not quickened by the sun A portion of the gift is won ; An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread On ground which British shepherds tread...
Стр. 407 - But if I succeed, then, O fair Geraldine ! Thy promise with justice I claim, And thou, queen of Fairies, shalt ever be mine, The bride of my bed ; and thy portrait divine Shall fill all the earth with my fame.
Стр. 398 - That makes my heart to overflow. As from a thousand gushing springs Unknown before ; that with it brings This nameless light — if light it be — That veils the world I see. For all I see around me wears The hue of other spheres ; And something blent of smiles and tears Comes from the very air I breathe. O nothing, sure, the stars beneath, Can mould a sadness like to this — So like angelic bliss.
Стр. 55 - Miracle of the Slave,' and the ' Marriage of Cana,' I thought of nothing but of the gorgeous concert of colors, or rather of the indefinite forms (I cannot call them sensations) of pleasure with which they filled the imagination. It was the poetry of color which I felt; procreative in its nature, giving birth to a thousand things which the eye cannot see, and distinct from their cause.
Стр. 399 - O'er the vast Atlantic wave, to our shore; For thou, with magic might, Canst reach to where the light Of Phcebus travels bright The world o'er.
Стр. 69 - Rome about sunset. The blandness of the air, the serenity of the sky, the transparent purity of the atmosphere, and that nameless charm which hangs about an Italian landscape...

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