A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith Elder, 1848 - 200 sider |
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Side 14
... thou massy ruin , fly : Die , presumptuous Acis , die . Scylla and Charybdis , or Scylla and Glaucus rather , is a far more appalling story of jealousy . Scylla properly belongs to the opposite coast of Naples ; but as she and her ...
... thou massy ruin , fly : Die , presumptuous Acis , die . Scylla and Charybdis , or Scylla and Glaucus rather , is a far more appalling story of jealousy . Scylla properly belongs to the opposite coast of Naples ; but as she and her ...
Side 42
... thou knowest , " how it was that the son of Jove finally overcame " the gluttonous " * giant . 39 " Thinking to do something great , the big Bebrycian , ' leaning out of the right line , caught in his left hand the left hand of his ...
... thou knowest , " how it was that the son of Jove finally overcame " the gluttonous " * giant . 39 " Thinking to do something great , the big Bebrycian , ' leaning out of the right line , caught in his left hand the left hand of his ...
Side 49
... Thou , they say , from earth hast given Berenice place in heaven , Dropping to her woman's heart Ambrosia ; and for this kind part , Berenice's daughter - she That's Helen - like - Arsinoe , O thou many - named and shrin'd , Is to thy ...
... Thou , they say , from earth hast given Berenice place in heaven , Dropping to her woman's heart Ambrosia ; and for this kind part , Berenice's daughter - she That's Helen - like - Arsinoe , O thou many - named and shrin'd , Is to thy ...
Side 51
... thou come again , And dearly shalt be welcomed then . GORGO . Well ; if that's not a clever creature , trust me ! Lord ! what a quantity of things she knows ! And what a charming voice ! -T is time to go , though , For there's my ...
... thou come again , And dearly shalt be welcomed then . GORGO . Well ; if that's not a clever creature , trust me ! Lord ! what a quantity of things she knows ! And what a charming voice ! -T is time to go , though , For there's my ...
Side 55
... thou hast , and let the lost sheep go . Perhaps thou ' lt find another Galatea , Another , and a lovelier ; for at night Many girls call to me to come and play , And when they find me list'ning , they all giggle A JAR OF HONEY FROM ...
... thou hast , and let the lost sheep go . Perhaps thou ' lt find another Galatea , Another , and a lovelier ; for at night Many girls call to me to come and play , And when they find me list'ning , they all giggle A JAR OF HONEY FROM ...
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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.