Rosamund Gray, essays, letters, and poemsW. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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... morning , to make a posy to place in the bosom of her old blind friend . Rosamund had a very just notion of drawing , and would often employ her talent in making sketches of the sur- rounding scenery . On a landscape , a larger piece ...
... morning , to make a posy to place in the bosom of her old blind friend . Rosamund had a very just notion of drawing , and would often employ her talent in making sketches of the sur- rounding scenery . On a landscape , a larger piece ...
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... morning of the day in which he carried his present of fruit and flowers to Rosamund , his sister had observed him more than usually busy in the garden , culling fruit with a nicety of choice not common to him . She came up to him ...
... morning of the day in which he carried his present of fruit and flowers to Rosamund , his sister had observed him more than usually busy in the garden , culling fruit with a nicety of choice not common to him . She came up to him ...
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... morning for Edinburgh University . It was Allan's bosom friend -- they had not met for some months — and it was probable a much longer time must intervene before they should meet again . Yet Allan could not help looking a little blank ...
... morning for Edinburgh University . It was Allan's bosom friend -- they had not met for some months — and it was probable a much longer time must intervene before they should meet again . Yet Allan could not help looking a little blank ...
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... morning till night . He is perpetually forcing a smile into his poor pale cheeks -you know the sweetness of his smile , Maria . To - day , after dinner , when he took his glass of wine in his hand , he burst into tears , and would not ...
... morning till night . He is perpetually forcing a smile into his poor pale cheeks -you know the sweetness of his smile , Maria . To - day , after dinner , when he took his glass of wine in his hand , he burst into tears , and would not ...
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... morning - that Allan was dead - and who of all persons in the world do you think put on mourning for him ? Why - Matravis . This alone might cure me of superstitious thoughts , if I were inclined to them ; for why should Matravis mourn ...
... morning - that Allan was dead - and who of all persons in the world do you think put on mourning for him ? Why - Matravis . This alone might cure me of superstitious thoughts , if I were inclined to them ; for why should Matravis mourn ...
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Стр. 143 - Achilles' image stood his spear Grip'd in an armed hand; himself behind Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind: A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head, Stood for the whole to be imagined.
Стр. 90 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Стр. 281 - Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
Стр. 177 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Стр. 281 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Стр. 292 - Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil, Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor, Monkey, Ape, and twenty more; Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe, — Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it be pain or not.
Стр. 120 - Milton, as if personating one of the zealots of the old law, clothed himself when he sat down to paint the acts of Samson against the uncircumcised. The great obstacle to Chapman's translations" being read, is their unconquerable quaintness. He pours out in the same breath the most just and natural, and the most violent and crude expressions.
Стр. 82 - It may seem a paradox, but I cannot help being of opinion that the plays of Shakespeare are less calculated for performance on a stage, than those of almost any other dramatist whatever.
Стр. 307 - twere to tell, How with a nobler zeal, and warmer love, She served her heavenly master. I have seen That reverend form bent down with age and pain And rankling malady. Yet not for this Ceased she to praise her maker, or withdrew Her trust in him, her faith, and humble hope — So meekly had she learn'd to bear her cross — For she had studied patience in the school Of Christ, much comfort she had thence derived, And was a follower of the NAZARENE.
Стр. 273 - WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That...