Greenwood Leaves: A Collection of Sketches and LettersTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 406 Seiten |
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Adelaide Amy Macdonald angel arms barouche beautiful blessed bosom breast breath brother brow called Captain cheek child Church of Rome cold cousin dark daugh dear deep divine Duc d'Orleans Edward Lane Elinor Vernon Ellen Eugenie exquisite eyes face faith Faneuil Hall father fear feeling flowers gazed genius gentle George George Mason girl glory glowing Grace hair hand happy Harry Harton head heart Heaven Henri Henri Leroux honor Jaques Kate kissed knew lady Leroux letter lips look Loraine lover Lucy Lucy Neal Madeline marriage Mary misanthropy Miss Grey morning mother mournful nature never night once pale passed passion poetry poor proud replied rose rose-tree Saladin seemed sister smile snug haven soft song soon sorrow soul spirit strange sweet tears tenderness thought took truth voice Walter Maynard weary wife wild woman young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Seite 15 - Give but a flattering light; We should suspect some danger nigh Where we possess delight. 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wavering minds, And leave but half for God!
Seite 58 - Oh, our Sophocles, the royal. Who was born to monarch's place — And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace. Our Euripides, the human — With his droppings of warm tears ; And his touches of things common, Till they rose to touch the spheres...
Seite 60 - Meet, mix, and deepen. All things unto me Shew their dark sides. Somewhere there must be light. Oh ! I feel like a seed in the cold earth ; Quickening at heart, and pining for the air.
Seite 322 - A creature not too bright nor good For human nature's daily food — For transient sorrow, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.
Seite 55 - What I most prize in woman Is her affections, not her intellect ! The intellect is finite ; but the affections Are infinite, and cannot be exhausted.
Seite 121 - It has come over gardens, and the flowers That kissed it are betrayed ; for as it parts, With its invisible fingers, my loose hair, I know it has been trifling with the rose, And stooping to the violet. There is joy For all God's creatures...
Seite 58 - And I think of those long mornings Which my thought goes far to seek, When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise, While a girlish voice was reading Somewhat low for ai's and oit.
Seite 58 - Then what golden hours were for us! While we sat together there, How the white vests of the Chorus Seemed to wave up a live air ! How the Cothurns trod majestic Down the deep Iambic lines ! And the rolling anapaestic Curled, like vapour over shrines!
Seite 384 - ... divided into four quarters, to be disposed of as Her Majesty shall think fit. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.