Rambles and ReveriesJ. P. Giffing, 1841 - 436 oldal |
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8. oldal
... head of a thousand horse , he was surrounded and killed . There is something peculiarly touching in the fate of this young chieftain . He had scarcely attained the age of manhood , and was already regarded as the flower of the French ...
... head of a thousand horse , he was surrounded and killed . There is something peculiarly touching in the fate of this young chieftain . He had scarcely attained the age of manhood , and was already regarded as the flower of the French ...
13. oldal
... head , to assure us that we look upon the lineaments of a poet . And who could fail to stay his feet , and still the current of his wandering thoughts to a deeper flow , when he reads upon the enta- blature of the little temple ...
... head , to assure us that we look upon the lineaments of a poet . And who could fail to stay his feet , and still the current of his wandering thoughts to a deeper flow , when he reads upon the enta- blature of the little temple ...
46. oldal
... head , and arm extended as if in the act of blessing , is a benignant , humble posture , in ridiculous contrast to the surly soldiery and countless mendicants , who seem to constitnte the legitimate subjects of Papal favor . Rimini is ...
... head , and arm extended as if in the act of blessing , is a benignant , humble posture , in ridiculous contrast to the surly soldiery and countless mendicants , who seem to constitnte the legitimate subjects of Papal favor . Rimini is ...
65. oldal
... heads . That class of woman's admirers , who would fain make the standard of her attractiveness proportionate to the absence of any strong traits , should collect the female faces portrayed by this artist . A short time spent in ...
... heads . That class of woman's admirers , who would fain make the standard of her attractiveness proportionate to the absence of any strong traits , should collect the female faces portrayed by this artist . A short time spent in ...
67. oldal
... head , as an improvisatore , and an amanuensis recording his song . The bard appears like a fresh portrait of one of those blind old men so often seen in southern Europe . The singular blandness of such countenances who has not noted ...
... head , as an improvisatore , and an amanuensis recording his song . The bard appears like a fresh portrait of one of those blind old men so often seen in southern Europe . The singular blandness of such countenances who has not noted ...
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admiration amid appears associations attached bard beautiful beneath Bologna celebrated character charm cholera choly church Corso Donati countenance Cowper crowd dark deep delight destiny displayed effect excitement exhibited expression fame fancy favorite feeling Florence fresh gaze genius Genoa Goldsmith graceful hallowed happy heart history of Tuscany honor hour human idea imagination impression interest Italian Italy lady less look Lucca marble martial music melan memory ment midst mind mountains muse native nature never night noble observation occasion paintings palace Palermo party passed peculiar Pescia picture pietra dura poet poetical poetry Pope portrait present Ravenna remarkable rich Rimini San Marino scarcely scene seemed sentiment Shelley Sicily Silvio Pellico singular sion smile solemn soon soul Spielberg fortress spirit stranger streets sweet sympathy talent taste theatre Thespian thought tion town traveller true truth Turin vivid walls wonder young youth
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227. oldal - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
228. oldal - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
198. oldal - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
283. oldal - She, as a veil down to the slender waist, Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dishevelled, but in wanton ringlets waved As the vine curls her tendrils, which implied Subjection, but required with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best received Yielded, with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.
246. oldal - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ; None knew thee but to love thee, None named thee but to praise.
213. oldal - I saw her upon nearer view A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
241. oldal - glassy eyes put light ; — be still ! keep down thine ire ! Bid these white lips a blessing speak, — this earth is not my sire: Give me back him for whom I strove, — for whom my blood was shed. Thou canst not? — and a king! — his dust be mountains on thy head!
291. oldal - She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
198. oldal - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
198. oldal - Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he fought And as he fell and as he lived and loved Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot, Arose; and Lucan, by his death approved: Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.