Temple Bar, Bind 108George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1896 |
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Side 7
... beautiful Romney in his dining - room . And all Mr. Carlingford offered him was first - rate ; the dinner had been excellent , the fire was of that superlative mixture , cedar logs and coal , and the port was certainly above criticism ...
... beautiful Romney in his dining - room . And all Mr. Carlingford offered him was first - rate ; the dinner had been excellent , the fire was of that superlative mixture , cedar logs and coal , and the port was certainly above criticism ...
Side 10
... beautiful subject badly treated warps one . One has to be convalescent after it . One's artistic sense has been bruised , and it has to recover from the blow : the injured tissues have to heal . " Ted mentioned the name of the ...
... beautiful subject badly treated warps one . One has to be convalescent after it . One's artistic sense has been bruised , and it has to recover from the blow : the injured tissues have to heal . " Ted mentioned the name of the ...
Side 15
... beautiful from an ideal point of view . By the way , that reminds me , I want to look at some of those early figures ; the drapery is very sug- gestive . I am going to do a statuette of a nun who has once been - well , not a nun , and I ...
... beautiful from an ideal point of view . By the way , that reminds me , I want to look at some of those early figures ; the drapery is very sug- gestive . I am going to do a statuette of a nun who has once been - well , not a nun , and I ...
Side 16
... beautiful than women with high - heeled shoes , you think I'm an idealist . I am a realist , just as much as you are , only I want to produce what I think is most beautiful . A beautiful woman has much in common with Greek art — and you ...
... beautiful than women with high - heeled shoes , you think I'm an idealist . I am a realist , just as much as you are , only I want to produce what I think is most beautiful . A beautiful woman has much in common with Greek art — and you ...
Side 37
... beautiful . But the great master had taught his boys to think for themselves , to work out their own salvation , though the process often led them to conclusions diametrically opposed to his own . With this habit of intellectual ...
... beautiful . But the great master had taught his boys to think for themselves , to work out their own salvation , though the process often led them to conclusions diametrically opposed to his own . With this habit of intellectual ...
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Side 396 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose...
Side 392 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Side 394 - Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here! 'Mid city-noise, not, as with thee of yore, Thyrsis! in reach of sheep-bells is my home. — Then through the great town's harsh, heart-wearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou? I wandered till I died. Roam on! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask -proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.
Side 200 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 391 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Side 200 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Side 536 - Paulo Purganti and his Wife." JOHNSON. " Sir, there is nothing there, but that his wife wanted to be kissed, when poor Paulo was out of pocket. No, Sir, Prior is a lady's book. No lady is ashamed to have it standing in her library.
Side 200 - ... his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 337 - Car nous voulons la Nuance encor, Pas la couleur, rien que la nuance! Oh! la nuance seule fiance Le rêve au rêve et la flûte au cor!
Side 35 - It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not falL 'PERCHE PENSA?