The royal drawing room table book; comprising original tales and poetryHamilton, Adams, 1870 |
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... open space , a group , in which my Pepita formed , even to those of whom it was composed , the most interesting object . She was arrayed in the same dress as that in which she had disappeared from amongst us ; and pre- sented a strange ...
... open space , a group , in which my Pepita formed , even to those of whom it was composed , the most interesting object . She was arrayed in the same dress as that in which she had disappeared from amongst us ; and pre- sented a strange ...
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... opened to this world , And felt the lofty glories of its forms , As seen in mountains , crags , and cliffs ; in peaks And rounded snow - clad summits ; in Vales spread out in distant darkness , beyond the reach Of human ken to catch ...
... opened to this world , And felt the lofty glories of its forms , As seen in mountains , crags , and cliffs ; in peaks And rounded snow - clad summits ; in Vales spread out in distant darkness , beyond the reach Of human ken to catch ...
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... open window in the third storey of an old palazzo , marking the increasing throng of mirth - seeking maskers who already crowded the streets . It was the carnival season , and the countenances of the Roman citizens had relaxed from the ...
... open window in the third storey of an old palazzo , marking the increasing throng of mirth - seeking maskers who already crowded the streets . It was the carnival season , and the countenances of the Roman citizens had relaxed from the ...
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... down the broad staircase , until she came to the door of Mrs. Hazlewood , at which , after the hesitation of a few moments , she timidly knocked . The door was opened by a rosy - cheeked , TRUE LOVE NEVER RUNS SMOOTH . 35.
... down the broad staircase , until she came to the door of Mrs. Hazlewood , at which , after the hesitation of a few moments , she timidly knocked . The door was opened by a rosy - cheeked , TRUE LOVE NEVER RUNS SMOOTH . 35.
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John Sherer. The door was opened by a rosy - cheeked , English servant ; and Mrs. Hazlewood , hearing the voice of Enrichetta , called to her to come in , and show her the carnival dress in which she was arrayed . Masked and dominoed ...
John Sherer. The door was opened by a rosy - cheeked , English servant ; and Mrs. Hazlewood , hearing the voice of Enrichetta , called to her to come in , and show her the carnival dress in which she was arrayed . Masked and dominoed ...
Términos y frases comunes
abode Alfred Alice Amoora Angelica appear asked aunt Barton Beatrice Beaumont beautiful beheld Bertie breast Byron Captain Chaloner Charlotte Conterina cottage countenance cried Danby dark Darkdale daughter dear Dembra DEMONA Desmond Donato door Eaglescliff Enrichetta Eugenie Euston station exclaimed eyes father feel felt friends gazed gipsies Gitano give Halton hand happy Hazlewood heard heart Helena honour Hubard husband Idmon Isabella John Berger Ketura lady Lemaire live look lord Lord Byron Louise manner married Martin MAYBROOK Milton mind Miss Bruce Miss Mildmay mother Mynw nature never night o'er Paradise Lost passed perhaps Petrarch poets possessed Rebecca Redwell replied returned Richard Hammond Rimmel Roche Satan scene seemed sigh smile soon sorrow speak spirit sweet tears tell Teverone thee things thou thought Tiphys Tivoli voice Warbeck whilst wife wish young
Pasajes populares
Página 58 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 169 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: 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!
Página 18 - Myself, and thee — a peasant of the Alps, Thy humble virtues, hospitable home, And spirit patient, pious, proud and free; Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts; Thy days of health, and nights of sleep; thy toils, By danger dignified, yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave, With cross and garland over its green turf, And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ; This do I see — and then I look within — It matters not — my soul was scorch'd already!
Página 163 - By poetry we mean not all writing in verse, nor even all good writing in verse. Our definition excludes many metrical compositions which, on other grounds, deserve the highest praise. By poetry we mean the art of employing words in such a manner as to produce an illusion on the imagination, the art of doing by means of words what the painter does by means of colours.
Página 132 - Gladly the port, though shrouds and tackle torn ; Or in the emptier waste, resembling air, Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold Far off the empyreal heaven, extended wide In circuit, undetermined square or round, With opal towers and battlements...
Página 126 - Farewell happy fields Where joy for ever dwells! Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 31 - In loving thou dost well, in passion not, Wherein true love consists not. Love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges ; hath his seat In reason, and is judicious ; is the scale By which to heavenly love thou may'st ascend, Not sunk in carnal pleasure : for which cause, Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.
Página 131 - A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air...
Página 54 - Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; So, when affections yield discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
Página 172 - There, too, the Goddess loves in stone, and fills(') The air around with beauty ; we inhale The ambrosial aspect, which, beheld, instils Part of its immortality...