The Sale-room, Oplag 11817 |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 68
Side 5
... poets and philosophers might sit down with rapturous expectation , we ought , as is not unusual for such proem , to have concluded with the stale apology which an under - bred mistress of a family makes for her elaborate dinner , that ...
... poets and philosophers might sit down with rapturous expectation , we ought , as is not unusual for such proem , to have concluded with the stale apology which an under - bred mistress of a family makes for her elaborate dinner , that ...
Side 48
... case , to have muffled it up , would have been , as my favourite poet , Tom Milton , says , an injury and sullenness against nature . ' Had it come down but a fraction of an inch lower , it would have obscured that beauti- ful sweep 48.
... case , to have muffled it up , would have been , as my favourite poet , Tom Milton , says , an injury and sullenness against nature . ' Had it come down but a fraction of an inch lower , it would have obscured that beauti- ful sweep 48.
Side 51
... poet , " laborum dulce leni - ple feeling produced by the fine arts , can , men , ” — and one of the greatest sweeteners of human life . It heightens and improves all our better and happier feelings , while it subdues and soothes those ...
... poet , " laborum dulce leni - ple feeling produced by the fine arts , can , men , ” — and one of the greatest sweeteners of human life . It heightens and improves all our better and happier feelings , while it subdues and soothes those ...
Side 68
... poet came , Wisdom his friend , his patron , Fame ; His glowing lyre , in cadence swelling , Pain from Indian groves dispelling , With new emotion filled my raptured soul , And to the stranger's Cambrian hills I stole . Ah fruitless ...
... poet came , Wisdom his friend , his patron , Fame ; His glowing lyre , in cadence swelling , Pain from Indian groves dispelling , With new emotion filled my raptured soul , And to the stranger's Cambrian hills I stole . Ah fruitless ...
Side 86
... poet , seemed Clara micante auro flammasque imitante pyropo . On entering the portico I was struck with the scene which now presented itself . Every corner appeared full of people as far as the eye could reach , yet there was room to ...
... poet , seemed Clara micante auro flammasque imitante pyropo . On entering the portico I was struck with the scene which now presented itself . Every corner appeared full of people as far as the eye could reach , yet there was room to ...
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
Abbotsford admiration appear beauty believe brother called character composition criticism Doctor Edinburgh Epicharmus epigram excellent eyes fancy father favourite feelings fortune genius give Greek hand Hanover-Street happy heard heart honour hope imagination interest James Ballantyne John Ballantyne Kean Kemble kind labour lady Langbeen letter live Loch Shin look Lord Byron manner means ment mind nature never observed Old Mortality once perhaps Periodical Paper person Peter pleasure poem poet poetical poetry possess present printed by James productions psalm psalmody published weekly racter readers remarks respect SALE-ROOM SATURDAY scene Scotland Scott seems Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott song soul spirit story Sultaun sure talents taste ther thing thou thought Timocreon tion truth turned verse vols Waverley Waverley Novels whole wish words write young youth
Populære passager
Side 213 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Side 46 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Side 30 - Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Side 32 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Side 174 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Side 175 - Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowering in a wilderness.
Side 33 - In chimney corner seek domestic joys — I love a prince will bid the bottle pass, Exchanging with his subjects glance and glass ; In fitting time, can, gayest of the gay, Keep up the jest, and mingle in the lay — Such Monarchs best our free-born humours suit, But Despots must be stately, stern, and mute.
Side 213 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him...
Side 175 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...