Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan].Smith, Elder, 1836 - 332 pagini |
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Pagina 7
... garden ; - nothing worth love besides your quiet pussy , good cat and excellent mouser though she be ; -nothing worth a sigh but a broken china bowl and a spoiled bonnet . You must ramble with me over these en- chanting countries , take ...
... garden ; - nothing worth love besides your quiet pussy , good cat and excellent mouser though she be ; -nothing worth a sigh but a broken china bowl and a spoiled bonnet . You must ramble with me over these en- chanting countries , take ...
Pagina 38
... garden . My child will show thee the way . " Now , it happened that this old terrace was sup- ported by two stone pillars of enormous thickness . Theodore advanced to the parapet wall : he was about to throw himself from it ; but a low ...
... garden . My child will show thee the way . " Now , it happened that this old terrace was sup- ported by two stone pillars of enormous thickness . Theodore advanced to the parapet wall : he was about to throw himself from it ; but a low ...
Pagina 41
... garden lone , is the whispered tone Of his true love's faintest sigh , As she draws her dear one near - nearer , oh nearer ! Bright to the soldier's eye Are the colors that flutter o'er him ; But far more bright in the warrior's sight ...
... garden lone , is the whispered tone Of his true love's faintest sigh , As she draws her dear one near - nearer , oh nearer ! Bright to the soldier's eye Are the colors that flutter o'er him ; But far more bright in the warrior's sight ...
Pagina 50
... garden walks , too , are delightful , for he knows the name and quality of every flower that blows , and draws sweet lessons touching God's providence from them all . Oh no ! never now do I sigh for the noisy , empty pleasures of the ...
... garden walks , too , are delightful , for he knows the name and quality of every flower that blows , and draws sweet lessons touching God's providence from them all . Oh no ! never now do I sigh for the noisy , empty pleasures of the ...
Pagina 77
... garden seat in the little enclosure behind the pastor's dwelling ; -garden it might scarcely be called , for , often as flowers had been placed therein , and duly trained and tended , the child , in the perversity of an unoccupied mind ...
... garden seat in the little enclosure behind the pastor's dwelling ; -garden it might scarcely be called , for , often as flowers had been placed therein , and duly trained and tended , the child , in the perversity of an unoccupied mind ...
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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.