Temple Bar, 3. kötetWard and Lock, 1861 |
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27. oldal
... remains , at least , were in- terred in a pompous catafalque , and he was mourned for beneath veils of gold - and - silver tissue . His mother still wore mourning for him ; still shed tears when , routing among the drawers of her ...
... remains , at least , were in- terred in a pompous catafalque , and he was mourned for beneath veils of gold - and - silver tissue . His mother still wore mourning for him ; still shed tears when , routing among the drawers of her ...
53. oldal
... remains to be seen how people may get away when their presence can be of no further advantage . Two general sugges- tions may be offered : either to dash through the flame , or escape by the window . In regard to the first , a wet ...
... remains to be seen how people may get away when their presence can be of no further advantage . Two general sugges- tions may be offered : either to dash through the flame , or escape by the window . In regard to the first , a wet ...
72. oldal
... remains to be added that she rose and went to bed betimes ; that her diet consisted of black bread , meat , and water , all unlimited as to quantity ; and that as evening came on , the small windows were covered up with wooden shutters ...
... remains to be added that she rose and went to bed betimes ; that her diet consisted of black bread , meat , and water , all unlimited as to quantity ; and that as evening came on , the small windows were covered up with wooden shutters ...
87. oldal
... remains of his mortal features now is the statue on the monument . " It seems to breathe faintly , " said his good friend Sir Henry Wotton ; " and posterity shall look upon it as a kind of artificial miracle . " " The metaphysical poets ...
... remains of his mortal features now is the statue on the monument . " It seems to breathe faintly , " said his good friend Sir Henry Wotton ; " and posterity shall look upon it as a kind of artificial miracle . " " The metaphysical poets ...
135. oldal
... remains of a coat that was originally blue were held to- gether by large flat brass buttons , and beneath this and the tattered shreds of a dirty nondescript gown were a ragged pair of worsted stock- ings , sadly in need of the washing ...
... remains of a coat that was originally blue were held to- gether by large flat brass buttons , and beneath this and the tattered shreds of a dirty nondescript gown were a ragged pair of worsted stock- ings , sadly in need of the washing ...
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419. oldal - Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
544. oldal - I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine — have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in visioned bowers...
419. oldal - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
248. oldal - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, : Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
419. oldal - Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse ? Night and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war.
572. oldal - Some capital city; or less than if this frame Of heaven were falling, and these elements In mutiny had from her axle torn The steadfast earth. At last his sail-broad vans He spreads for flight, and in the surging smoke Uplifted spurns the ground...
90. oldal - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
405. oldal - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
545. oldal - As came on you last night — it is our will Which thus enchains us to permitted ill — We might be otherwise — we might be all We dream of, happy, high, majestical. Where is the love, beauty, and truth we seek But in our mind ? and if we were not weak . Should we be less in deed than in desire...
546. oldal - I RODE one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice : a bare strand Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand, Matted with thistles and amphibious weeds...