Evenings Abroad. By the author of “Sketches of Corfu” [i.e. Mrs. Maclellan].Smith, Elder, 1836 - 332 pagini |
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... rest of the world , retain the real motive in your heart , and find another of fairer seeming for the lip . You have taken my place at the board , and by the hearth of her who adopted me as her own . You hear her speak of the absent one ...
... rest of the world , retain the real motive in your heart , and find another of fairer seeming for the lip . You have taken my place at the board , and by the hearth of her who adopted me as her own . You hear her speak of the absent one ...
Pagina 10
... rest , Send peaceful dreamings to our quiet sleep , Of them , the lost , - the blest . Should this night be our last Of earthly watching , and of earthly care , Then may we wake in heaven , all sorrow past , And praise Thee there ...
... rest , Send peaceful dreamings to our quiet sleep , Of them , the lost , - the blest . Should this night be our last Of earthly watching , and of earthly care , Then may we wake in heaven , all sorrow past , And praise Thee there ...
Pagina 25
... rest of the world . But my call was too low and faint to be heard ; so , railing in my heart ( for I was too frightened to utter curses , loud or deep , ) against Timothy , the monster , fiery eyes , Chailly , and every thing or person ...
... rest of the world . But my call was too low and faint to be heard ; so , railing in my heart ( for I was too frightened to utter curses , loud or deep , ) against Timothy , the monster , fiery eyes , Chailly , and every thing or person ...
Pagina 54
... I see my worthy friend , do you think , ere I depart ? " " Alas , no , my young sir ! He has been absent long . His brother , the Sieur de Salviaty would not rest until he had persuaded my master to accompany him 54 EVENINGS ABROAD .
... I see my worthy friend , do you think , ere I depart ? " " Alas , no , my young sir ! He has been absent long . His brother , the Sieur de Salviaty would not rest until he had persuaded my master to accompany him 54 EVENINGS ABROAD .
Pagina 55
Frances Maclellan. rest until he had persuaded my master to accompany him , far away to his own estate . " " And the young lady , Mademoiselle de Talcy , is she there too ? " " No , indeed , her uncle tried hard to persuade her , but I ...
Frances Maclellan. rest until he had persuaded my master to accompany him , far away to his own estate . " " And the young lady , Mademoiselle de Talcy , is she there too ? " " No , indeed , her uncle tried hard to persuade her , but I ...
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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 |
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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.