The Posthumous Works of Anne Radcliffe, 4. kötetHenry Colburn, 1833 |
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224. oldal - Abbey ; there may be richer and greater houses of religion, but the Abbot is content with his situation. See there, at the top of that hanging meadow, under the shade of those old trees that bend into a half circle about it, he is walking slowly (good man !) and bidding his beads for the souls of his benefactors, interred in that venerable pile that lies beneath him.
106. oldal - Then, with his usual minuteness, he " adds, we woll that our said ymage be above the kne of the hight of thre fote, soe that the hide and half the breste of our said ymage may clierly appere above and over the said Crowne ; and that upon booth sides of the said table be a convenient brode border, and the same to be graven and written with large letters, blake enamelled, these words, Rex Henricus Septimus.
243. oldal - O happy bird ! lend me thy pinions now. Thy joys are mine, and I, like thee, would skim Along the pleasant curve of the salt bays, Where the blue seas do now serenely sleep ; Or, when they waken to the Evening breeze, And every crisping wave reflects her tints Of rose and amber,— like thee, too, would I Over the mouths of the sea-rivers float, Or watch, majestic, on the tranquil tide, The proud ships follow one another down, And spread themselves upon the mighty main, Freighted for shores that...
87. oldal - Cromwell said not truth, but that he was beginner of all that journey at St. Alban's: and so between my said two lords of Warwick and Cromwell there is at this day great grudging, insomuch as the earl of Shrewsbury hath lodged him at the hospital of St. James beside the mews, by the lord Cromwell's desire, for his safeguard.
158. oldal - Runic mythology, Loke was an evil sprite, or evil principle. The sixteenth fable of the Edda says of him: " As to his body, Loke is handsome and very well made, but his soul is evil, light, and inconstant. He surpasses all beings in that science, which is called cunning and perfidy. Many a time hath he exposed the gods to very great perils, and hath often extricated them again by his artifices. His wife is called Siguna. He hath had by her Nare, and some other children. By the giantess Angerbode,...
64. oldal - When the monks had waited a while on the abbot, they sat down at two other tables, placed on the sides of the hall and had their service brought in by novices, who, when the monks had dined, sat down to their own dinner.
86. oldal - And she told him that the cardinal 2 was dead ; and he said, he knew never thereof till that time; and he said, one of the wisest lords in this land was dead.
86. oldal - And my lord of Winchester (bishop), and my lord of St. John of Jerusalem, were with him the morrow after Twelfth day, and he did speak to them as well as ever he did, and when they came out they wept for joy. And he saith he is in charity with all the world, and so he would all the lords were.
213. oldal - DECEMBER'S EVE, AT HOME. WELCOME December's cheerful night, When the taper-lights appear; When the piled hearth blazes bright, And those we love are circled there ! And, on the soft rug basking lies, Outstretched at ease, the spotted friend, With glowing coat and half-shut eyes, Where watchfulness and slumber blend Welcome December's cheerful hour, When books, with converse sweet combined, And music's many-gifted power Exalt, or soothe th
159. oldal - Blake was later to call self-annihilation16 (albeit in a barbaric form), believing that only by so casting aside all selfish clinging to life could they reach Valhalla, a place of immortal happiness. As for Hela, Her hall is Grief; Famine is her table; Hunger her knife, Delay her valet; Slackness her maid; Precipice, her gate; Faintness, her porch; Sickness and Pain, her bed, and her tent, Cursing and...