Noontide Leisure; Or, Sketches in Summer, Outlines from Nature and Imagination, and Including a Tale of the Days of Shakspeare, 1-2. kötetT. Cadell and W. Blackwood, 1824 |
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23. oldal
... Helen , " had just escaped his lips , when the name of Shakspeare was announced ; a name which even under the conflicting struggles of returning life , seemed not to have lost its powers of excitement ; for the languid eyes of the ...
... Helen , " had just escaped his lips , when the name of Shakspeare was announced ; a name which even under the conflicting struggles of returning life , seemed not to have lost its powers of excitement ; for the languid eyes of the ...
25. oldal
... Helen had awakened his most painful sympathy , " I am come to offer you the accommodation of my house ; it is but a step hence ; for though I entertain a high opinion of the care and at- tention of mine host here , yet a place like this ...
... Helen had awakened his most painful sympathy , " I am come to offer you the accommodation of my house ; it is but a step hence ; for though I entertain a high opinion of the care and at- tention of mine host here , yet a place like this ...
27. oldal
... Helen , turning upon our gentle bard one of those ardent looks of gratitude and intense feeling , to which no language can do justice , tremulously , though somewhat rapturously , ex- claimed , " Let me then supply the place of my dear ...
... Helen , turning upon our gentle bard one of those ardent looks of gratitude and intense feeling , to which no language can do justice , tremulously , though somewhat rapturously , ex- claimed , " Let me then supply the place of my dear ...
31. oldal
... Helen Montchensey , that you , Susanna , " addressing Mrs. Hall , “ will be delighted with her , so much is there of filial tenderness and guileless simplicity in all she says and does . Indeed I may venture to say , from the strong and ...
... Helen Montchensey , that you , Susanna , " addressing Mrs. Hall , “ will be delighted with her , so much is there of filial tenderness and guileless simplicity in all she says and does . Indeed I may venture to say , from the strong and ...
35. oldal
... Helen , had hitherto contributed to mi- tigate and repress what might otherwise have proved too powerful for the integrity of his mind , or the vigour of his constitution . In Helen Montchensey , indeed , he possessed all that D 2 ...
... Helen , had hitherto contributed to mi- tigate and repress what might otherwise have proved too powerful for the integrity of his mind , or the vigour of his constitution . In Helen Montchensey , indeed , he possessed all that D 2 ...
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admiration appeared ation bard Beaumont beauty Ben Jonson beneath Bertha bosom Canto Chant character charms chensey colours cottage countenance cried daugh daughter dear deep delight Derbyshire effect English Garden exclaimed father favourite feelings garden genius grace ground Hadleigh hand happy heart Helen Montchensey hope hour Hubert Gray imagination immediately interest Jardins Jonson justly kind landscape light Lille look Lord Southampton magic edge manner Master Shakspeare mind Mont morning Muse NATHAN DRAKE nature New-Place night o'er passage Peterhouse Petrarch pleasure poem poet poetry Raymond Neville recollect remarked replied returned rocks scarcely scene scenery seemed shade Shak Simon Fraser sleep smile song sonnets soon sorrow soul spirit Stratford stream sweet taste tears thee Thomas Lucy thou thought tion tone translator trees whilst wild WILLIAM ALABASTER wood Wyeburne Hall young youth
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12. oldal - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
14. oldal - Linquenda tellus et domus et placens Uxor, neque harum, quas colis, arborum Te praeter invisas cupressos Ulla brevem dominum sequetur.
12. oldal - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
15. oldal - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great...
71. oldal - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
11. oldal - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
6. oldal - Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets, hail ! Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks ! Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep ! Delicious is your shelter to the soul, As to the hunted hart the sallying spring...
254. oldal - Many of his elegies appear to have been written in his eighteenth year, by which it appears that he had then read the Roman authors with very nice discernment. I once heard Mr Hampton, the translator of Polybius, remark, what I think is true, that Milton was the first Englishman who, after the revival of letters, wrote Latin verses with classic elegance.
288. oldal - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
288. oldal - Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs; and Nature gave a second groan; Sky lour'd, and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original...