Noctes Ambrosianae, 2. kötetW. D. Widdleton, 1867 |
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336. oldal - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
50. oldal - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
291. oldal - Collegian, wi' a pale face and a black toozy head,- but an ee like an eagle's, and a sort o' lauch about the screwed-up mouth o...
127. oldal - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy temple wait : No...
127. oldal - Conceptions ardent, labouring thought intense, Creative fancy's wild magnificence, And all the dread sublimities of song, These, Virtue, these to thee alone belong...
viii. oldal - And the swallow's song in the eaves. His arms enclosed a blooming boy, Who listened with tears of sorrow and joy To the dangers his father had passed ; And his wife — by turns she wept and smiled, As she looked on the father of her child Returned to her heart at last. He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll, And the rush of waters is in his soul.
228. oldal - Then, sunk in short and restless sleep, My fancy wings her flight so airy, To where sweet guardian spirits keep Their watch around the couch of Mary. " The exile may forget his home, Where blooming youth to manhood grew, The bee forget the honeycomb, Nor with the spring his toil renew ; The sun may lose his light and heat, The planets in their rounds miscarry, But my fond heart shall cease to beat When I forget my bonny Mary.
110. oldal - Disuse in him forgetfulness had wrought, In Latin he composed his history ; A garrulous, but a lively tale, and fraught With matter of delight and food for thought. And if he could in Merlin's glass have seen By whom his tomes to speak our tongue were taught, The old man would have felt as pleased, I ween, As when he won the ear of that great Empress Queen.
237. oldal - The vista'd joys of Heaven's eternal year : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! — Her memory is the shrine Of pleasant thoughts, soft as the scent of flowers, Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline, Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers, Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light, Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night : Weep not for her...
xxviii. oldal - He does not wish to pull down what is high, into the neighbourhood of what is low. He does not seek to represent all virtue as a hollow thing in which no confidence can be placed. He satirizes only the selfish, and the hardhearted, and the cruel ; he exposes, in a hideous light, that principle which, when acted upon, gives a power to men in the lowest grades to carry on a more terrific tyranny that if placed upon thrones (great applause).