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... the arena of public life , where " men do congregate , " and the burning words which surged up in the brain died away in inarticulate murmurs upon the lips . Assuredly Herbert Dudley was not born to make a name among 4 FLORENCE .
... the arena of public life , where " men do congregate , " and the burning words which surged up in the brain died away in inarticulate murmurs upon the lips . Assuredly Herbert Dudley was not born to make a name among 4 FLORENCE .
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... His faults lie lightly on him . Mary , shake hands with your cousin . " The young girl frankly extended her hand , which Herbert gallantly raised to his lips . Such a rencontre could scarcely fail to excite the poetic FLORENCE . 7.
... His faults lie lightly on him . Mary , shake hands with your cousin . " The young girl frankly extended her hand , which Herbert gallantly raised to his lips . Such a rencontre could scarcely fail to excite the poetic FLORENCE . 7.
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... lips when he called up the illustrious dead whose memory hallows that thrice- famous spot . Plato , Dante , Milton , Galileo , rose before her mental vision , mirrored in the bright imagery of her poet - cousin . Mary , like the gentle ...
... lips when he called up the illustrious dead whose memory hallows that thrice- famous spot . Plato , Dante , Milton , Galileo , rose before her mental vision , mirrored in the bright imagery of her poet - cousin . Mary , like the gentle ...
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... lip , but by a vigorous effort he conquered his emotion , and in reply to the startled query of the occu- pant of the sofa ... lips , painful to witness in one so young . The brilliant hues of the flowers she held in her hands , formed a ...
... lip , but by a vigorous effort he conquered his emotion , and in reply to the startled query of the occu- pant of the sofa ... lips , painful to witness in one so young . The brilliant hues of the flowers she held in her hands , formed a ...
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... lips . He was urgent in pressing the most liberal offers of assistance . Mr. Dudley grate- fully but firmly declined all pecuniary assistance from his noble friend . " Good heavens ! " cried the startled nobleman , " what will become of ...
... lips . He was urgent in pressing the most liberal offers of assistance . Mr. Dudley grate- fully but firmly declined all pecuniary assistance from his noble friend . " Good heavens ! " cried the startled nobleman , " what will become of ...
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Стр. 8 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Стр. 188 - Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven. On painted ceilings you devoutly stare, Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre, On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie, And bring all paradise before your eye.
Стр. 60 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Стр. 94 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 1 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Стр. 50 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined: and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Стр. 85 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Стр. 11 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er...
Стр. 211 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Стр. 79 - The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else great bards beside In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of turneys, and of trophies hung, Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.