Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan].Smith, Elder, 1836 - 332 pagini |
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Pagina viii
... meet , — To meet and to disarm the critic's eye . Ah ! surely ' twill have power to sanctify The after pages , with its influence sweet : They will not pass a judgment too severe Upon the book , albeit of little worth , Which , with a ...
... meet , — To meet and to disarm the critic's eye . Ah ! surely ' twill have power to sanctify The after pages , with its influence sweet : They will not pass a judgment too severe Upon the book , albeit of little worth , Which , with a ...
Pagina 17
... meet the ardour of a people's gaze ; And he thy monarch - suitor — loved to raise Blushes of beauty on thy soft rose - cheek , Waked by the warmth of his impassioned praise , And sought sweet words of blandishment to speak , The which ...
... meet the ardour of a people's gaze ; And he thy monarch - suitor — loved to raise Blushes of beauty on thy soft rose - cheek , Waked by the warmth of his impassioned praise , And sought sweet words of blandishment to speak , The which ...
Pagina 31
... meet the sun - god . The lake is skirted by low , blue hills , and they smile in the waters , and the semblance is lovelier than the reality . And , lo ! a little fairy boat from behind that jutting headland . We throw ourselves into it ...
... meet the sun - god . The lake is skirted by low , blue hills , and they smile in the waters , and the semblance is lovelier than the reality . And , lo ! a little fairy boat from behind that jutting headland . We throw ourselves into it ...
Pagina 41
... meet— The battle done and the glory won- With his own true love again , And never more to part - never , oh never ! Sweet to the soldier's ear Are the rolling drum and the shrill war cry ; But sweeter than all , at the twilight fall ...
... meet— The battle done and the glory won- With his own true love again , And never more to part - never , oh never ! Sweet to the soldier's ear Are the rolling drum and the shrill war cry ; But sweeter than all , at the twilight fall ...
Pagina 42
... meet for a lady's ear . " " One word , only one , " whispered Diana , as she sprung forward ; " are they gone , quite gone ? " - We will suppose that her father's answer was satis- factory , for she turned round with a laughing eye and ...
... meet for a lady's ear . " " One word , only one , " whispered Diana , as she sprung forward ; " are they gone , quite gone ? " - We will suppose that her father's answer was satis- factory , for she turned round with a laughing eye and ...
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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.