Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan].Smith, Elder, 1836 - 332 pagini |
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... I only shared not in the joyance there . I knew them heartless , and I felt them cold , And strange sad visions o'er my soul would come , Of a far land , and of a lowly home , — Of one dear voice that spoke but to approve , vi DEDICATION .
... I only shared not in the joyance there . I knew them heartless , and I felt them cold , And strange sad visions o'er my soul would come , Of a far land , and of a lowly home , — Of one dear voice that spoke but to approve , vi DEDICATION .
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... knew , I felt that I was awake ; I was certain of it , and as certain that there indeed , just opposite me , were the terrible glances from which I could not escape . I lay down again , and tried to sleep and renew my broken dream ; but ...
... knew , I felt that I was awake ; I was certain of it , and as certain that there indeed , just opposite me , were the terrible glances from which I could not escape . I lay down again , and tried to sleep and renew my broken dream ; but ...
Pagina 33
... knew not of these things , when our own heart was as a fathomless well of pure , unutterable happiness ; when we deemed that men were good , that the earth was lovely , and our own joyous feel- ings unchanging ; when time had not yet ...
... knew not of these things , when our own heart was as a fathomless well of pure , unutterable happiness ; when we deemed that men were good , that the earth was lovely , and our own joyous feel- ings unchanging ; when time had not yet ...
Pagina 40
... knew not how to hide its deep confusion when Theodore took up the lute , and in those low deep tones which go directly to the heart , sung the song at which the page was opened , and which , he rightly judged , was the very last the ...
... knew not how to hide its deep confusion when Theodore took up the lute , and in those low deep tones which go directly to the heart , sung the song at which the page was opened , and which , he rightly judged , was the very last the ...
Pagina 44
... knew he must resign her . So , turning his gaze resolutely from her , he advanced to the high - backed chair in which De Talcy was seated , and holding out the papers , he said , though his voice faltered as he did say it , " Dearer ...
... knew he must resign her . So , turning his gaze resolutely from her , he advanced to the high - backed chair in which De Talcy was seated , and holding out the papers , he said , though his voice faltered as he did say it , " Dearer ...
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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.