A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith Elder, 1848 - 200 sider |
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... LIVES , A HEART OPEN TO EVERY NATURAL AND NOBLE IMPRESSION , THESE PAGES , WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE , BUT CONFIDING IN HIS INDULGENCE , ARE INSCRIBED , BY HIS EVER GRATEFUL AND AFFECTIONATE FRIEND , LEIGH HUNT . LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS ...
... LIVES , A HEART OPEN TO EVERY NATURAL AND NOBLE IMPRESSION , THESE PAGES , WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE , BUT CONFIDING IN HIS INDULGENCE , ARE INSCRIBED , BY HIS EVER GRATEFUL AND AFFECTIONATE FRIEND , LEIGH HUNT . LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS ...
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... lives ; not suggested , we beg leave to say , by the great philosopher- ( qualified though he be to suggest hundreds of things to us beyond our powers of origination ) —but by the greater force of the necessity of admitting evil and ...
... lives ; not suggested , we beg leave to say , by the great philosopher- ( qualified though he be to suggest hundreds of things to us beyond our powers of origination ) —but by the greater force of the necessity of admitting evil and ...
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... lives next door to Temperance . " Dionysius , tyrant of Syracuse , ( the Elder . ) He wrote bad verses ; slept in a bed with a trench round it and a draw- bridge ; and , for fear of a barber , burnt away his beard with hot walnut ...
... lives next door to Temperance . " Dionysius , tyrant of Syracuse , ( the Elder . ) He wrote bad verses ; slept in a bed with a trench round it and a draw- bridge ; and , for fear of a barber , burnt away his beard with hot walnut ...
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... live for ever , and feasting as if they were to die next day . " But they were as good - natured and hospitable as they were festive ; and Gellias , in accordance with the superiority of his circum- stances , was the most good - natured ...
... live for ever , and feasting as if they were to die next day . " But they were as good - natured and hospitable as they were festive ; and Gellias , in accordance with the superiority of his circum- stances , was the most good - natured ...
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... live hereabouts ? RUFFIAN . I see no good day when I see strangers . P. Don't be disturbed . We are honest people who ask the question , and come of an honest stock . * There have been writers who concluded that Theocritus did not write ...
... live hereabouts ? RUFFIAN . I see no good day when I see strangers . P. Don't be disturbed . We are honest people who ask the question , and come of an honest stock . * There have been writers who concluded that Theocritus did not write ...
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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.