The Prose Workd of Mrs. Ellis: The poetry of life. Pictures of private life (first and second series) A voice from the vintageLangley, 1844 |
Din interiorul cărții
Rezultatele 1 - 5 din 56
Pagina 7
... Agnes , who always adds double pleasure to whatever party she may honour with her presence . " Mr. Forester shook his head . " I do not like your parties upon water ; Agnes may sit in damp shoes , to say the least of the dan- ger ...
... Agnes , who always adds double pleasure to whatever party she may honour with her presence . " Mr. Forester shook his head . " I do not like your parties upon water ; Agnes may sit in damp shoes , to say the least of the dan- ger ...
Pagina 9
... Agnes , no less eager than the rest , seizing the line which Walter had prepared , took her place beside a drooping birch and waited for her prey . Arnold alone , of all the party , declined to enter into their amusement . Striding from ...
... Agnes , no less eager than the rest , seizing the line which Walter had prepared , took her place beside a drooping birch and waited for her prey . Arnold alone , of all the party , declined to enter into their amusement . Striding from ...
Pagina 10
... Agnes. " Are you weary ? " asked one . " Weary ? never ! " exclaimed Walter , and he bounded forth again like a young fawn upon the dewy plain . Arnold and Ag- nes were left alone to their meditations , for Agnes knew that her grave ...
... Agnes. " Are you weary ? " asked one . " Weary ? never ! " exclaimed Walter , and he bounded forth again like a young fawn upon the dewy plain . Arnold and Ag- nes were left alone to their meditations , for Agnes knew that her grave ...
Pagina 11
... Agnes , assured her over and over again , that he was perfectly well , and that she alone was in danger of suffering . All her kindness and care only redoubled his protestations that he felt no- thing but health and gladness , and when ...
... Agnes , assured her over and over again , that he was perfectly well , and that she alone was in danger of suffering . All her kindness and care only redoubled his protestations that he felt no- thing but health and gladness , and when ...
Pagina 12
... Agnes , startled no doubt by the ab- ruptness of the question , blushed the deepest crimson . " Why do you hesitate , child ? " continued the aunt , " as if I had plunged you into a metaphysical dilemma . " " It is a subject I never ...
... Agnes , startled no doubt by the ab- ruptness of the question , blushed the deepest crimson . " Why do you hesitate , child ? " continued the aunt , " as if I had plunged you into a metaphysical dilemma . " " It is a subject I never ...
Alte ediții - Afișează-le pe toate
The Prose Workd of Mrs. Ellis: The Poetry of Life. Pictures of Private Life ... Sarah Stickney Ellis Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2016 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
admiration affection Agnes amongst Andrew Miller Anna Arnold asso associations beauty behold beneath birds blessing bosom bright brow called character charm choly colour dark deep delight earth enjoyment Eskdale exis faithful familiar spirits feeling felt flowers genius grief hand happiness heart heaven hope hour human ideas imagination impressions innu intel intellectual Jephthah kind labour lady language less light listen live look Lord Lord Byron Mary melan melancholy ment mind moon moral mother nature ness never night object pain passions picture pleasure poet poetical poetry poor principle PROSPERO racter Saul scene silent Sisera smile soul sound speak spirit sublime suffering sweet tain taste tears tence tenderness thee thing thou thought tion truth tural ture uncon unto voice wandering weary wild William Clare wind wings woman words young
Pasaje populare
Pagina 88 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 159 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art...
Pagina 136 - At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down : at her feet he bowed, he fell ; where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
Pagina 83 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Pagina 134 - But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life ; for I am not better than my fathers.
Pagina 85 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Pagina 134 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Pagina 166 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Pagina 81 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand.
Pagina 85 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.