Sir Henry Delmé, by a bushman |
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... to Lady Crewe- " I stay'd too late forgive the crime ! • Unheeded flew the hours ; For noiseless falls the foot of Time , That only treads on flowers . " Nor contained it those sublime , but yet more com- THE ALBUM . 13.
... to Lady Crewe- " I stay'd too late forgive the crime ! • Unheeded flew the hours ; For noiseless falls the foot of Time , That only treads on flowers . " Nor contained it those sublime , but yet more com- THE ALBUM . 13.
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... shewed he could yet appreciate a flash of wit or spark of humour . " Miss Delmé , you are looking at my paintings ; let me show you my late purchases . Observe this sweet Madonna , by Murillo ! I prefer it 24 THE DINNER .
... shewed he could yet appreciate a flash of wit or spark of humour . " Miss Delmé , you are looking at my paintings ; let me show you my late purchases . Observe this sweet Madonna , by Murillo ! I prefer it 24 THE DINNER .
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... late acquisition - the Ariadne , of Dannecker . · " This is the work of an artist , " said Mr. Græme , " little known in this country , but in Germany ranking quite as high as Thorwaldson . This is almost a duplicate of his Ariadne at ...
... late acquisition - the Ariadne , of Dannecker . · " This is the work of an artist , " said Mr. Græme , " little known in this country , but in Germany ranking quite as high as Thorwaldson . This is almost a duplicate of his Ariadne at ...
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... late hour , lost in reverie . There would he remain , until each idle mariner was sunk to rest ; and nothing but the distant tread of the wakeful watch , or the short cough of the helmsman , be- spoke a sentinel over the habitation on ...
... late hour , lost in reverie . There would he remain , until each idle mariner was sunk to rest ; and nothing but the distant tread of the wakeful watch , or the short cough of the helmsman , be- spoke a sentinel over the habitation on ...
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... late hour , when Henry rose to retire . " I cannot , " said George , " give you a bed here to - night ; but my servant shall show you the way to an hotel ; and in the course of to - morrow , we will take care to have a room provided for ...
... late hour , when Henry rose to retire . " I cannot , " said George , " give you a bed here to - night ; but my servant shall show you the way to an hotel ; and in the course of to - morrow , we will take care to have a room provided for ...
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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?