The Living Age, 119. kötetE. Littell & Company, 1873 |
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10. oldal
... seen by the spectator , and passes , often ing of two of the sketches by Michael much transmuted , through the hands of Angelo in the Taylor Buildings at Oxford . the engraver or wood - cutter , in the etch- The first , which we have ...
... seen by the spectator , and passes , often ing of two of the sketches by Michael much transmuted , through the hands of Angelo in the Taylor Buildings at Oxford . the engraver or wood - cutter , in the etch- The first , which we have ...
20. oldal
... seen him before , but am not quite sure . Did you say Vane ? I once knew a Monsieur Vane , a distinguished Parliamentary orator . " " That gentleman is his son would you like to be introduced to him ? " 66 " Not to - day I am in some ...
... seen him before , but am not quite sure . Did you say Vane ? I once knew a Monsieur Vane , a distinguished Parliamentary orator . " " That gentleman is his son would you like to be introduced to him ? " 66 " Not to - day I am in some ...
28. oldal
... seen from the earth , even the sun seems to have her as the centre of his motion . It is well to know the true nature of the moon in this respect ; because when , instead of regarding her as merely a satellite or attendant upon the ...
... seen from the earth , even the sun seems to have her as the centre of his motion . It is well to know the true nature of the moon in this respect ; because when , instead of regarding her as merely a satellite or attendant upon the ...
31. oldal
... seen a comet called in to carry away the lunar air and water , next we have had them frozen up , and thirdly the moon's interior has opened to remove them from our sight . But a fourth theory remains , which , though not less startling ...
... seen a comet called in to carry away the lunar air and water , next we have had them frozen up , and thirdly the moon's interior has opened to remove them from our sight . But a fourth theory remains , which , though not less startling ...
35. oldal
... seen to be in a state of that the meteoric missiles thus expelled seething activity , and a considerable from the earth would necessarily be quantity exudes from the opening . If a exceedingly hot , probably liquid even bogie filled ...
... seen to be in a state of that the meteoric missiles thus expelled seething activity , and a considerable from the earth would necessarily be quantity exudes from the opening . If a exceedingly hot , probably liquid even bogie filled ...
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194. oldal - Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth ; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth.
110. oldal - 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 home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,...
506. oldal - ... Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away ! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll : And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an object cannot live.
450. oldal - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
376. oldal - UNWATCH'D, the garden bough shall sway, The tender blossom flutter down, Unloved, that beech will gather brown, This maple burn itself away; Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair, Ray round with flames her disk of seed, And many a rose-carnation feed With summer spice the humming air; Unloved, by many a sandy bar, The brook shall babble down the plain, At noon or when the lesser wain Is twisting round the polar star; Uncared...
374. oldal - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!
15. oldal - I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.
278. oldal - And he brought me to the inner court of the Lord's House, and behold, at the door of the temple of the Lord, between the porch and the altar, were about five and twenty men, with their backs towards the temple of the Lord and their faces towards the east: and they worshipped the sun towards the east.
375. oldal - Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand beside my father's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland.
376. oldal - Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And lash with storm the streaming pane?