A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith, Elder, 1870 - 265 sider |
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... mind , was that of an equally searching , but far nobler set of judges , who , when this our Honey first made its appear- ance at the periodical table of Mr. Ainsworth , and was thence diffused over the country , exclaimed from all ...
... mind , was that of an equally searching , but far nobler set of judges , who , when this our Honey first made its appear- ance at the periodical table of Mr. Ainsworth , and was thence diffused over the country , exclaimed from all ...
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... mind by Christmas itself , its poor , and its polemics , but to pass the " flaming bounds " of telescope and microscope , and repose in serenities beyond the finite . We have been led into an unexpected strain of enthusiasm and ...
... mind by Christmas itself , its poor , and its polemics , but to pass the " flaming bounds " of telescope and microscope , and repose in serenities beyond the finite . We have been led into an unexpected strain of enthusiasm and ...
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Leigh Hunt. reasonable moods of mind , the cheerful being pre- dominant , as the height of reason . After church comes an interval , and after the interval dinner , which is a mixture of the serious and the lively ; solid as to the beef ...
Leigh Hunt. reasonable moods of mind , the cheerful being pre- dominant , as the height of reason . After church comes an interval , and after the interval dinner , which is a mixture of the serious and the lively ; solid as to the beef ...
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... mind ) ; nor can we omit noticing the truly pastoral grace and simplicity of the Shepherdess at page 71 , who is leading a flock full of nature and movement ; and we are particularly thankful for the fidelity with which the artist has ...
... mind ) ; nor can we omit noticing the truly pastoral grace and simplicity of the Shepherdess at page 71 , who is leading a flock full of nature and movement ; and we are particularly thankful for the fidelity with which the artist has ...
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... minds with nothing but the confectioner or the store - room . On the other hand , it might have reminded a Cavendish or a Gower of his Titians and Correggios ; and a Rogers would surely have looked twice at it , for the sake of his ...
... minds with nothing but the confectioner or the store - room . On the other hand , it might have reminded a Cavendish or a Gower of his Titians and Correggios ; and a Rogers would surely have looked twice at it , for the sake of his ...
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Side 154 - 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 honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Side 154 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. 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 daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Side 212 - 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 140 - 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 208 - 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 200 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspir'd 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 combin'd 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 110 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
Side 149 - 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 175 - Where does the wisdom and the power divine In a more bright and sweet reflection shine ? Where do we finer strokes and colours see Of the Creator's real poetry, Than when we with attention look Upon the third day's volume of the book i If we could open and intend our eye, We all, like Moses, should espy Ev'n in a bush the radiant Deity.
Side 174 - Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good ! Hail, ye plebeian underwood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet rests and plenteous food Pay, with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muses...