The Prose Workd of Mrs. Ellis: The poetry of life. Pictures of private life (first and second series) A voice from the vintageLangley, 1844 |
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Pagina 8
... rest of my book con- trasted with these pages , like a chaplet of mock gems , in which is one true diamond . " Milton's fame rests chiefly on his poetry , and to this we naturally give our first atten- tion . By those who are apt to ...
... rest of my book con- trasted with these pages , like a chaplet of mock gems , in which is one true diamond . " Milton's fame rests chiefly on his poetry , and to this we naturally give our first atten- tion . By those who are apt to ...
Pagina 13
... rest , except on the near voyage of the blue expanse , where a gentle murmur , with regular ebb and flow of soothing and mo- notonsus sound marks the intervals at which a line of sleepy waves rise , and fall , and fol- low each other ...
... rest , except on the near voyage of the blue expanse , where a gentle murmur , with regular ebb and flow of soothing and mo- notonsus sound marks the intervals at which a line of sleepy waves rise , and fall , and fol- low each other ...
Pagina 19
... rest , with an indistinct idea of what had occurred , but remained unable to realize the extent of his calamity . It had been his mother's custom to take away his candle every night — perhaps to breathe a prayer at his bed side . As he ...
... rest , with an indistinct idea of what had occurred , but remained unable to realize the extent of his calamity . It had been his mother's custom to take away his candle every night — perhaps to breathe a prayer at his bed side . As he ...
Pagina 20
... of certainty , read in the forehead , when at rest , what are the principal elements of character in those with whom we associate . But scarcely can a feeung be excited , or a passion stirred , 20 THE POETRY OF LIFE .
... of certainty , read in the forehead , when at rest , what are the principal elements of character in those with whom we associate . But scarcely can a feeung be excited , or a passion stirred , 20 THE POETRY OF LIFE .
Pagina 37
... rest , it is then that the soft numbering his flock , and the labourer is re- sweet cooing of the dove , bursting forth , as it were , from the pure fount of love and joy within its breast , sounds like the lullaby of nature , and ...
... rest , it is then that the soft numbering his flock , and the labourer is re- sweet cooing of the dove , bursting forth , as it were , from the pure fount of love and joy within its breast , sounds like the lullaby of nature , and ...
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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.