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sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) around him , continued to foster those whose
ancestors had served his . The Delmés were thus enabled to retain — and they
deserved it — that fair homage which rank and property should ever command .
sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) around him , continued to foster those whose
ancestors had served his . The Delmés were thus enabled to retain — and they
deserved it — that fair homage which rank and property should ever command .
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sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) Nor contained it those sublime , but yet more
common ones , on Sir John Moore ' s death ; which lines , by the bye , have
suffered more from that mischiefmaking , laughter - loving creature , Parody , than
any lines ...
sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) Nor contained it those sublime , but yet more
common ones , on Sir John Moore ' s death ; which lines , by the bye , have
suffered more from that mischiefmaking , laughter - loving creature , Parody , than
any lines ...
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sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) Delmé , whose mind , like that of most Englishmen ,
was deeply tinctured with classic lore , was not insensible to their charms . They
swept by the Latian coast . Every creek and promontory , attested the fidelity of ...
sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) Delmé , whose mind , like that of most Englishmen ,
was deeply tinctured with classic lore , was not insensible to their charms . They
swept by the Latian coast . Every creek and promontory , attested the fidelity of ...
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TUIS Sir Henry Delmé started at the sight that greeted him . The room was dimly
lighted by a lamp , but the moon was up , and shed her full light through part of
the chamber . On a small French bed , whose silken linings threw their rosy hue
on ...
TUIS Sir Henry Delmé started at the sight that greeted him . The room was dimly
lighted by a lamp , but the moon was up , and shed her full light through part of
the chamber . On a small French bed , whose silken linings threw their rosy hue
on ...
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sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) - the dust , or rather the pulverised rock — the
everpresent lizard , wary and quick , peeping out at each crevice — the buzzing
mosquito , inviting the moody philosopher to smite his own cheek , — these
things may ...
sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) - the dust , or rather the pulverised rock — the
everpresent lizard , wary and quick , peeping out at each crevice — the buzzing
mosquito , inviting the moody philosopher to smite his own cheek , — these
things may ...
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Acmé affection already appeared arrived beauty became bright brother brought calèche called carriage CHAPTER charm cheek close continued conversation dark death deep Delancey Delmé Emily English entered face fair feelings felt flowers followed gave gaze George George's girl give hair half hand happy head heard heart hope horses hour interest Italy kind land late leave letter light looked meet mind morning nature never night officer once party passed poor present reached regard remain replied rest returned road rose round scene seemed seen short side Sir Henry Sir Henry Delmé smile soon spirit step story stranger sweet tears tell thee Thompson thou thought told took travellers turned Vernon vessel voice walk wonder young youth
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Página 239 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Página 44 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? B.ise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Página 47 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 186 - tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Página 11 - Ye Elements, in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted, can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot...
Página 62 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good night...
Página 133 - ... where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups Those flowers made of light!
Página 179 - And when, at length, the mind shall be all free From what it hates in this degraded form, Reft of its carnal life, save what shall be Existent happier in the fly and worm, — When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?
Página 220 - A being pass'd away ? The wonder lies In the mind merely of the wondering man. Treading the steps of common life with eyes Of curious inquisition, some will stare At each discovery of nature's ways, As it were new to find that God contrives. The contrary were marvellous to me, And till I find it I shall marvel not.
Página 59 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these? and stem A tide of suffering, rather than forego Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm Of those whose eyes are only turn'd below, Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts which dare not glow?
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| Título | Sir Henry Delmé, by a bushman Sir Henry Delmé, by a bushman, sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) |
| Autor | sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) |
| Publicado | 1841 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 19 Abr. 2006 |
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