A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith, Elder, 1870 - 265 sider |
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Side 7
... speak them no better than just to make our way through Italy and France . We mention this , partly that we may not seem to know more than we do , and partly to encourage others to learn . A little hearty love is better in this , as in ...
... speak them no better than just to make our way through Italy and France . We mention this , partly that we may not seem to know more than we do , and partly to encourage others to learn . A little hearty love is better in this , as in ...
Side 18
... speak ) , in connexion with the subject here alluded to , for half our 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 ) ...
... speak ) , in connexion with the subject here alluded to , for half our 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 ) ...
Side 47
... speaking , and whom the poet represents as having been beguiled into Circe's love ) - In thicket hid I curs'd the haggard scene— The banquet of my arms , my arbour queen , Seated upon an uptorn forest root , And all around her shapes ...
... speaking , and whom the poet represents as having been beguiled into Circe's love ) - In thicket hid I curs'd the haggard scene— The banquet of my arms , my arbour queen , Seated upon an uptorn forest root , And all around her shapes ...
Side 81
... ( speaking lower . ) there's a dear , Don't talk so of your husband , Before the little one . See how he looks at you . PRAX . ( to the little boy . ) There , don't look grave , child ; cheer up , Zopy , sweet ; It isn't your papa we're ...
... ( speaking lower . ) there's a dear , Don't talk so of your husband , Before the little one . See how he looks at you . PRAX . ( to the little boy . ) There , don't look grave , child ; cheer up , Zopy , sweet ; It isn't your papa we're ...
Side 84
... ; chatter , chatter , chatter . The turtles stun one with their yawning gabble . GORGO . Hey - day ! Whence comes the man ? What is't to you , If we do chatter ? Speak where you've a right 84 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA .
... ; chatter , chatter , chatter . The turtles stun one with their yawning gabble . GORGO . Hey - day ! Whence comes the man ? What is't to you , If we do chatter ? Speak where you've a right 84 A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA .
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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...