A Jar of Honey from Mount HyblaSmith Elder, 1848 - 200 oldal |
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ix. oldal
... round of his Christmas holidays , he who had plenty of money to disburse for them , but no taste for their plays and pageants beyond what was shared by everybody who had eyes and ears ; or he who understood all the beauties of their ...
... round of his Christmas holidays , he who had plenty of money to disburse for them , but no taste for their plays and pageants beyond what was shared by everybody who had eyes and ears ; or he who understood all the beauties of their ...
xiii. oldal
... round their fires during the ancient Saturnalia , just as our ancestors used to do at Christ- mas , and as boys read them still . And the Saturnalia were not only , to the ancients , what the Christmas holidays are to us , but the ...
... round their fires during the ancient Saturnalia , just as our ancestors used to do at Christ- mas , and as boys read them still . And the Saturnalia were not only , to the ancients , what the Christmas holidays are to us , but the ...
10. oldal
... round the sun in midst of its countless like , and carrying us all along with it in our respective busy inattentions . We no not presume to inquire how the necessity for any such evil mode of good arose . Suffice for us , that the evil ...
... round the sun in midst of its countless like , and carrying us all along with it in our respective busy inattentions . We no not presume to inquire how the necessity for any such evil mode of good arose . Suffice for us , that the evil ...
13. oldal
... ( Round - Eyes ) , are the primitive inhabitants of Sicily , before men ploughed and reaped . They kept sheep and goats , and had an eye to business in the cannibal line ; though what it was that gave them their name , is not determined ...
... ( Round - Eyes ) , are the primitive inhabitants of Sicily , before men ploughed and reaped . They kept sheep and goats , and had an eye to business in the cannibal line ; though what it was that gave them their name , is not determined ...
20. oldal
... round the rocks , and lash'd Among the conchs and shells of the lofty grot , Leaving a trickling dew . " ( These are the two living streams , one in pursuit of the other . ) 66 At last they shot Down from the ceiling's height , pouring ...
... round the rocks , and lash'd Among the conchs and shells of the lofty grot , Leaving a trickling dew . " ( These are the two living streams , one in pursuit of the other . ) 66 At last they shot Down from the ceiling's height , pouring ...
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106. oldal - 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 honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
106. oldal - 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 daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
102. oldal - 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...
94. oldal - 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...
151. oldal - 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...
155. oldal - 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.
70. oldal - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.
11. oldal - A generous and impassioned review of the works of living painters. A hearty and earnest work, full of deep thought, and developing great and striking truths in art.
144. oldal - And every sweetness that inspired 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 combined 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...
124. oldal - Here let me careless and unthoughtful lying, Hear the soft winds above me flying With all their wanton boughs dispute, And the more tuneful birds to both replying, Nor be myself too mute.