A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith, Elder, 1870 - 265 sider |
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Side 5
... singing a carol , ten to one but the tune would be taken out of your mouth , being found to belong to Pergolese or Palestrina , or some other Italian inventor of the phrases of melody . Italian ! Why , Italy will be talked about this ...
... singing a carol , ten to one but the tune would be taken out of your mouth , being found to belong to Pergolese or Palestrina , or some other Italian inventor of the phrases of melody . Italian ! Why , Italy will be talked about this ...
Side 52
... sing , we really feel in danger . We do not wonder that the poet's hero desired his boatman to Row easily , And let him hear some part of their rare melody . MEASURASC WE E have kept the most beau- tiful of 52 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT ...
... sing , we really feel in danger . We do not wonder that the poet's hero desired his boatman to Row easily , And let him hear some part of their rare melody . MEASURASC WE E have kept the most beau- tiful of 52 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT ...
Side 85
... sing About Adonis ; she that sings so well The song of Sperchis : she'll sing something fine , I warrant . See how sweetly she prepares ! THE SONG . O Lady , who dost take delight In Golgos and the Erycian height , And in the Idalian ...
... sing About Adonis ; she that sings so well The song of Sperchis : she'll sing something fine , I warrant . See how sweetly she prepares ! THE SONG . O Lady , who dost take delight In Golgos and the Erycian height , And in the Idalian ...
Side 90
... Singing , sweet apple mine , of you and me , Often till midnight . And I keep for you Four bears ' whelps , and eleven fawns with collars Come to me then , for you shall have them all . Let the sea rake on the dull shore . Your 90 A JAR ...
... Singing , sweet apple mine , of you and me , Often till midnight . And I keep for you Four bears ' whelps , and eleven fawns with collars Come to me then , for you shall have them all . Let the sea rake on the dull shore . Your 90 A JAR ...
Side 98
... sings the rustling of your pine to - day Over the fountain - heads ; and no less sweet Upon the pipe play you . The Greek word for rustling , or rather whispering- psithurisma is much admired . " Whispering " is - hardly strong enough ...
... sings the rustling of your pine to - day Over the fountain - heads ; and no less sweet Upon the pipe play you . The Greek word for rustling , or rather whispering- psithurisma is much admired . " Whispering " is - hardly strong enough ...
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Adonis Ætna Alcamo Allan Ramsay Amycus ancient Arethusa beautiful bees Ben Jonson Bion blue jar called charming Christmas Comus creature Cyclops daughter delight door doth earth elegant English EUNOE exquisite eyes feel flowers fool Galatea gentle Giovanni Meli give goatherd GORGO Greek happy heaven Hiero honey HYBLA island Italian Italy kind King Robert language laugh leave 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 PRAX Praxinoe prince Proserpine raise the dirge reader respect rock Scylla seems Shakspeare shepherd Shepherdess Sicilian Sicilian Vespers Signor sing sitting song speak Spenser spirit story supposed sweet taste tears thee Theocritus things thou thought trees truth turn Typhoeus Ufreet verses Vespers Virgil woods words young
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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...