A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith Elder, 1848 - 200 sider |
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Side viii
... eyes of the reader a " Jury of Tasters . " They form a board of elderly gentlemen with the most thought- ful faces , and are in the act of chewing each his mouthful , and profoundly ruminating on its pretensions . Having seen but this ...
... eyes of the reader a " Jury of Tasters . " They form a board of elderly gentlemen with the most thought- ful faces , and are in the act of chewing each his mouthful , and profoundly ruminating on its pretensions . Having seen but this ...
Side ix
... eyes and ears ; or he who understood all the beauties of their imagery and their allusions ; who saw their colours with the eye of a painter , and heard their words with the apprehension of a poet ; to whom the music was not a mere ...
... eyes and ears ; or he who understood all the beauties of their imagery and their allusions ; who saw their colours with the eye of a painter , and heard their words with the apprehension of a poet ; to whom the music was not a mere ...
Side 3
... , his teeth like large stones , and his nostrils like basins , and his eyes were two lamps , austere and louring . Now , when the fisherman saw that Ufreet , his muscles shivered , and A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA . 3.
... , his teeth like large stones , and his nostrils like basins , and his eyes were two lamps , austere and louring . Now , when the fisherman saw that Ufreet , his muscles shivered , and A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA . 3.
Side 5
... eyes out of the little blue jar in the window of Messrs . Fortnum and Mason . " Sicilian Honey . ” — We had no sooner read those words , than Theocritus rose before us , with all his poetry . Then Sicily arose the whole island ...
... eyes out of the little blue jar in the window of Messrs . Fortnum and Mason . " Sicilian Honey . ” — We had no sooner read those words , than Theocritus rose before us , with all his poetry . Then Sicily arose the whole island ...
Side 7
... that they will occasionally look very grave over their honey . We should not be disconcerted , if some bright eyes even shed tears over it . CHAPTER II . SICILY , AND ITS MYTHOLOGY . ISLAND. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA . 7.
... that they will occasionally look very grave over their honey . We should not be disconcerted , if some bright eyes even shed tears over it . CHAPTER II . SICILY , AND ITS MYTHOLOGY . ISLAND. A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA . 7.
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Adonis Ætna Alcamo Allan Ramsay Amycus Arethusa beautiful bees Ben Jonson Bion blue jar called charming Christmas creature Cyclops DALZIEL delight door earth elegant English EUNOE exquisite eyes Faithful Shepherdess fancy flowers G. P. R. JAMES Galatea Gellias give goatherd GORGO Greek ground happy heaven Hiero HUGH FALCONER HYBLA island Italian Italy JAR OF HONEY Jesuit King Robert language LEIGH HUNT live look lover Lycidas Meli Milton mind Mount Etna mountain Muses of Sicily nature never nymphs passage pastoral poetry perhaps pipe play poem poet poetical Polyphemus Pope post 8vo PRAX Praxinoe price 1 11s prince Proserpine raise the dirge reader respect rocks scene Scylla seems Shakspeare shepherd Shepherdess Sicilian Vespers sing song Spenser spirit story sweet tears thee Theocritus things thou thought Three vols trees truth verses Virgil volume whole words young
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Side 106 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Side 106 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Side 102 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love) How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she...
Side 94 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Side 151 - For so work the honey bees : Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring...
Side 155 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Side 70 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Side 11 - A generous and impassioned review of the works of living painters. A hearty and earnest work, full of deep thought, and developing great and striking truths in art.
Side 144 - And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest...
Side 124 - Here let me careless and unthoughtful lying, Hear the soft winds above me flying With all their wanton boughs dispute, And the more tuneful birds to both replying, Nor be myself too mute.