Temple Bar, Bind 40George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1874 |
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Side 194
... François René Viscount de Chateaubriand describes . the first hours of his existence . St. Malo is a huge rock rising out of the midst of a vast salt- marsh , which is covered by the sea at high tide . Until 1709 it was a portion of the ...
... François René Viscount de Chateaubriand describes . the first hours of his existence . St. Malo is a huge rock rising out of the midst of a vast salt- marsh , which is covered by the sea at high tide . Until 1709 it was a portion of the ...
Side 195
... François was the enfant terrible , always in hot water , always being scolded , and the subject of the most doleful prophecies . A companion in neglect was his sister Lucile , a sickly child , two years his elder . The two little ...
... François was the enfant terrible , always in hot water , always being scolded , and the subject of the most doleful prophecies . A companion in neglect was his sister Lucile , a sickly child , two years his elder . The two little ...
Side 196
... François ' descriptions of Com- bourg afford a curious glimpse of the château life of the period , and read rather like a letter of Madame de Sévigné's from Les Rochers than the youthful experiences of one who was the contemporary of ...
... François ' descriptions of Com- bourg afford a curious glimpse of the château life of the period , and read rather like a letter of Madame de Sévigné's from Les Rochers than the youthful experiences of one who was the contemporary of ...
Side 197
... François was put to sleep at the top of an ancient deserted turret , whither he went not without trembling , for of course the old mansion had its accredited ghost - a wooden- legged Chauteaubriand , who was supposed to take nightly ...
... François was put to sleep at the top of an ancient deserted turret , whither he went not without trembling , for of course the old mansion had its accredited ghost - a wooden- legged Chauteaubriand , who was supposed to take nightly ...
Side 201
... François ' wife had lain in the dungeons of Paris for several months , escaping death only by an almost miraculous accident . aspect of the country after trim , peaceful England filled CHATEAUBRIAND AND HIS TIMES . 201.
... François ' wife had lain in the dungeons of Paris for several months , escaping death only by an almost miraculous accident . aspect of the country after trim , peaceful England filled CHATEAUBRIAND AND HIS TIMES . 201.
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Side 488 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Side 11 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
Side 173 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite.
Side 174 - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer...
Side 178 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace...
Side 179 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage ; Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age.
Side 491 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Side 488 - If spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes Her first sweet kisses, have been dear to me; If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast I consciously have injured, but still loved And cherished these my kindred; then forgive This boast, beloved brethren, and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now!
Side 183 - Thrice she looked back, and thrice the foe drew near. Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought The close recesses of the Virgin's thought: As, on the nosegay in her breast reclined, He watched th...
Side 183 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair, A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; And thrice they twitched the diamond in her ear; Thrice she looked back, and thrice the foe drew near.