Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan].Smith, Elder, 1836 - 332 pagini |
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Pagina viii
... blessing on his work , with prayers and tears , Inscribes upon his first and fairest page , That name — the holiest - which he most reveres , Thus thy dear name shall be the first to meet , — To meet and to disarm the critic's eye . Ah ...
... blessing on his work , with prayers and tears , Inscribes upon his first and fairest page , That name — the holiest - which he most reveres , Thus thy dear name shall be the first to meet , — To meet and to disarm the critic's eye . Ah ...
Pagina 16
... bless The soft o'erflowings of thy young heart's tenderness . And thou , in all the pride of youth didst kneel By the rude couch where Want his watch was keeping , Didst bend with all thy loveliness to heal The wounds of her whose tears ...
... bless The soft o'erflowings of thy young heart's tenderness . And thou , in all the pride of youth didst kneel By the rude couch where Want his watch was keeping , Didst bend with all thy loveliness to heal The wounds of her whose tears ...
Pagina 32
... blessed worlds that are afar off , beyond that clear sky on which we gaze so often and so passionately if there , our loved one awaits our arrival , how joyfully , how gratefully shall we welcome death . Death ! -what is death , but the ...
... blessed worlds that are afar off , beyond that clear sky on which we gaze so often and so passionately if there , our loved one awaits our arrival , how joyfully , how gratefully shall we welcome death . Death ! -what is death , but the ...
Pagina 33
... blessed hour , on these tranquil waters , the sorrows and the cares , the toils and the turmoils , that belong to middle life . Go we back to the time when we knew not of these things , when our own heart was as a fathomless well of ...
... blessed hour , on these tranquil waters , the sorrows and the cares , the toils and the turmoils , that belong to middle life . Go we back to the time when we knew not of these things , when our own heart was as a fathomless well of ...
Pagina 53
... blessed voice- never again to behold him than to draw down on him eternal vengeance . And what is life ? it is but for a day , and the after - life is eternal and my uncle says , that by a life of seclusion and peni- tence , I may win ...
... blessed voice- never again to behold him than to draw down on him eternal vengeance . And what is life ? it is but for a day , and the after - life is eternal and my uncle says , that by a life of seclusion and peni- tence , I may win ...
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Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan]. Frances Maclellan Vizualizare completă - 1836 |
Evenings Abroad, by the Author of 'Sketches of Corfu' Frances Maclellan Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2016 |
Evenings Abroad, by the Author of 'Sketches of Corfu' Frances Maclellan Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2019 |
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Pagina 82 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility : Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Pagina 240 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Pagina 218 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Pagina 286 - THE Sea, the sea, the open sea, The blue, the fresh, the ever free : Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round : It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies.
Pagina 30 - Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face, The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue...
Pagina 286 - THE SEA The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Pagina xii - Good-night to the Season! the dances, The fillings of hot little rooms, The glancings of rapturous glances, The fancyings of fancy costumes; The pleasures which fashion makes duties, The praisings of fiddles and flutes, The luxury of looking at beauties, The tedium of talking to mutes; The female diplomatists, planners Of matches for Laura and Jane, The ice of her Ladyship's manners, The ice of his Lordship's champagne.
Pagina 218 - Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story...
Pagina 286 - I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird...
Pagina 174 - It is a good thing and a wise to be able, with a few books and a little needlework, to give any room, however strange and desolate, a look of home — to be able to pursue our usual employments anywhere at a moment's notice : and a blessing beyond wealth, beyond beauty, or even beyond talent, is that cheerful temperament, which can rejoice in the sunshine, yet be merry in the shade, which can delight in the birds singing in spring, yet solace itself with the heart's own music when winter is at hand.